Describe a memorable birthday (yours or another's).
When I was little, maybe seven, then my mom and my sister got me the dollhouse of my dreams. Actually, they made it; it was a few cardboard boxes that my mom had cleverly cut away one side of, to be in the shape of a dollhouse; and then she had covered them with fabric, and gotten lots of little dolls (tiny little people whom I loved dearly, one of them fell underneath the deck and was lost there for years), and little furnitures. It was such a joy and I remember it because I loved playing with it, and my original memory of opening it is kinda overwritten with a home video of that birthday.
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