Adora Ewuzie
This is a piece about a six-yearold with a “fool proof” plan that goes horribly wrong, but there is a definitely a lesson worth learning.
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toy store empty-handed. After the way I acted, I was sure I would never see my precious toy again. Months later on Christmas Eve, the clock struck 12 and it was time to open presents. I spotted a big box wrapped in pretty paper. Being the biggest thing I saw, I opened it first. To my surprise, it was my Easy-Bake Oven. It was a beautiful white, with buttons that made it look like a mini microwave. All night I made desserts for my family as they sat around, conversed, and drank. I was the happiest kid alive that night. Unfortunately, I cooked all the mixes the first week and had used it so often that the light bulb blew out. That’s when my life as an easy-baker ended. I quickly moved on to other toys, and soon the Easy-Bake Oven turned into a distant memory. No more cakes, pies, cookies, or sweet treats. Now that I am older, I see that the show that I put on for the people in the store was nowhere near worth what I got. I was humiliated and bruised for a stupid toy that broke in a week. Man, was I dumb! Now I realize that I should just wait. What I can’t have now I can get later. But if I don’t get it it’s okay, because it’s probably not worth the effort anyway.