It was the year 2003, on New Years Eve, and it was getting late. It was the first time my parents let me stay up all night for New Years.

I got into my favorite pair of flannel pajamas and got cozy on the couch. New Years Day was approaching fast. We turned on the television to watch the ball drop. I didn’t know what to expect, I was so excited I could hardly contain myself.

I watched the hands of the clock tick to 11:45, 11:55, 11:59, a few more seconds until a new year, and I was still awake! My eyes were glued to the television. The ball started to fall, it was the coolest thing in the world!

Next thing I know it was New Years Day and I got to play with sparklers and confetti poppers. My parents then forced me to bed, I was bummed out. How was I supposed to sleep when I was so happy?! So after a lot of whining and complaining I finally went to sleep.