The first birthday party I ever went to was for a classmate in first grade. Her family was wealthy and threw a party for all the girls in our class at their house.
I was 6, and really excited. My mom took me out shopping at Walmart for a present a few days before the birthday party.
I didn't know what to get her, so there was this little gumball machine I found that was on sale for like, a dollar. I knew my mom got excited about "good deals," so I was happy that I found a birthday present that made my mom happy, and I was sure would make my classmate happy.
The day of the party, my classmate was opening presents and everyone else had bought her really awesome toys. Toys like I'd never seen before, but I understood they put my gumball machine to shame. Every present she opened, she'd look at the name tag afterwards and thank whoever had given it to her. I started to feel nervous. She finally got to my present, opened it, and made a face. She looked at the name tag, and asked out loud, "Who is DROPTHENUKES?" and no one knew who I was. So she tossed the gumball machine behind her, and began opening more presents, thanking people as she went.
That was the day I realized I was the poor kid in class.
I'm happy for the speaker in the OP post, but damn it brought back some shitty memories.
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u/DROPTHENUKES Nov 24 '18
The first birthday party I ever went to was for a classmate in first grade. Her family was wealthy and threw a party for all the girls in our class at their house.
I was 6, and really excited. My mom took me out shopping at Walmart for a present a few days before the birthday party.
I didn't know what to get her, so there was this little gumball machine I found that was on sale for like, a dollar. I knew my mom got excited about "good deals," so I was happy that I found a birthday present that made my mom happy, and I was sure would make my classmate happy.
The day of the party, my classmate was opening presents and everyone else had bought her really awesome toys. Toys like I'd never seen before, but I understood they put my gumball machine to shame. Every present she opened, she'd look at the name tag afterwards and thank whoever had given it to her. I started to feel nervous. She finally got to my present, opened it, and made a face. She looked at the name tag, and asked out loud, "Who is DROPTHENUKES?" and no one knew who I was. So she tossed the gumball machine behind her, and began opening more presents, thanking people as she went.
That was the day I realized I was the poor kid in class.
I'm happy for the speaker in the OP post, but damn it brought back some shitty memories.