This is the earliest birthday I can remember- mainly because of the awesome cake Mum made. She made a better one when I turned like three- a turtle cake, which she was really proud of it - because she was talking about it when my sister turned like three- maybe four. Unfortunately, I don’t remember this incredible turtle. But in my eyes, a pink cake the shape of a teddy bear. She put the number 6 on it, and I asked to get the piece with the number six on it applying my birthday rights. Which must have been very inconvenient because usually you serve the birthday girl first and the number six was shaped on the teddy bear’s tummy. It was an awesome cake, I mean it. I don’t think she served me first this time.

My birthday was at this amusement park called луна-мания or luna-mania – which meant moon-mania. Anyway, it was so much fun. There is a kid's play area and those games where you squish toys. And my favourite one when I was little when you had to catch the little plastic fishies or something along the lines of that. And the basketball ones which were not my strong suit then because most of the time I would miss. I don't think I chose those types of ones but I’m sure they existed.

And the play area was so big I when I was so small I got lost in it. There were so many places that looked connected but actually weren’t because some very irritating engineers though it would be a great idea to put a net there. I remember my cousin Annelise telling me years later that she liked the challenge it offered to try and find your way. I didn’t when I was little and I still didn’t then when Annelise said that because it was so frustrating. I think there were a few bouncy castles in the play area as well on the first level. It was also a great place to play “the floor is lava”.

Stevie and Jonathan also came to my birthday. I felt so grown-up. Six sounds so much bigger than five.

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