My name is Ksenia. I’m eleven years old. I have one main and particular day in the year. It’s my birthday. When I woke up in the morning I knew that this day would be the most memorable in the year. I can just lie in the bed and do everything I want after breakfast. From the morning my mother began to cook the birthday supper. I helped her with great pleasure because I like to feel myself adult and needed. This year my mother baked a big pie and there were eleven candles in it. Many guests came in the evening and I got a lot of gifts and birthday greetings. We had a good time, danced and devised different competitions. At the end of holiday I blew the candles out and made a wish.
Ksenia, 11, Russia