A bit ago, back when my family still lived in Norway. I had a friend named Hedvig. I’m still friends with her to this day, but we don’t talk as much due to long term. Like every 8 year old kid, we would meet at the neighborhood hotspot and play.
As time goes on, somebodies birthday is sure to come up. It was my birthday, my birthday is 11/27. But of course my party wouldn’t be on the 27th. I can’t remember if it was the 26th, or the 28th. But it was one of those two. My parents wanted to drive me and 3 of my friends to Sweden, where we would stay at a resort for a few days. I lived in the suburbs of Oslo by the way, that’s the capital of Norway. I invited a few of my friends and we went, nothing important to this story happened at the resort.