Every girl's birthday is supposed to be her special day, where you have fun with your friends and family, wear fancy clothes, and eat delicious food. But not mine. It all started 7 years ago on my birthday. Everything was perfect. The house was decorated, the food looked great, and I looked like a princess, until my mom asked me to go and get something from the car. I took the elevator down, and suddenly it stopped. I started pressing random buttons, but it wasn't working. I was frightened, so I started yelling as loud as I could and knocking on the elevator door. Suddenly my neighbour heard, and called for help. Within a few minutes I was out with my family. I was still shocked and scared but once the party started I forgot about everything. This is one of the worst childhood memories I ever had.
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