I don't have a picture on me, but when I was six, my mother made me a life-size cake of the Green Ranger from Power Rangers.
Yeah, I had a giant Tommy cake. It was bigger than me and lasted for nearly two weeks, and that was with all of the neighborhood children over every day to help me eat that thing. Plus, that birthday, I got a toy saber/flute thing he used. Great freakin' day.
These days, I don't like cake. I think I overdid it that day, as I remember every cake afterwards being nowhere near as good.