On a sunny afternoon in Prestons, me and my friend John sat on the road overlooking a farm. We pulled out fresh Jumbo chalks and started to draw. John etched out "Happy Bday Nat(star)" - my nickname from John and I marked out balloons and flowers and shadows and ribbons - whatever shapes my childhood memories could recall.
When cars drove past I stood on my drawing guarding our work from their wheels as they inched past. I wasn't going to let them drive over it. Holding chalks and sitting out in the sunlight, it made me forget all my troubles of the day. I only cared about the pretty colours and the shapes, and perfecting the drawing. It was nice start to the evening - John treated me to a birthday dinner because he couldn't make it to my party. I will definitely cherish this memory.
The cupcakes were a gift from my cousin, who baked these herself. I salvaged these from the birthday party, still intact and pretty. I almost didn't want to eat them because they were perfectly iced and perfectly sprinkled.