Mii Change About Me Essay...For Mrs. Bivens!

I know when i was a child i use to think that Santa was real. As I thought that he was real my dad would always say "If you don't stop that then I'm going to call Santa Claus and tell him what you are doing".Then as i grew older one Christmas night i was so excited about Christmas i was suppose to be sleeping but i couldn't sleep because i want to see Santa. So that night i heard the door shut. "Bacchic!". So got up out of my bed and slowly creeped down the steps. I see my mom and aunt come inside the door with a whole lot of bags.

Then i ran up to my room and pretended to sleep because my mom and aunt were about to come up the steps. My mom slowly opened my door to see if i were asleep. That moment was the worse moment ever because i finally figured out the truth about "Santa Claus" he wasn't real!.
also when i was Little i only liked Caucasian dolls. I never liked African American dolls because i thought that they were ugly and they didn't make them in the store for them to have Caucasian hair. So if you were to go in my room when i was a child you would only see Caucasian dolls. There was never a black barbie in my room. So that Christmas i told my mother that i did not want a African American doll. So i woke up the next morning to go and open my presents.

The first present i was slowly opening and hoping that it was not a black barbie. Sure anough when i open that present it was an black doll. I looked at my mom and said "Mom i Didnt Want a black dolls because i dont like them. So as i grew older i learned to be grateful of what i get and what i have. Also not tolike only one doll like all of them because if it was'nt for her i wouldnt have any dolls at all.