Personal Narrative: Moving To A New Town

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Have you ever wanted to go back to the days of your childhood?Everyone loves to look back on their childhood, and I am about to tell you my story of how I moved and was able to adapt to a new town and make new friends. This was a major thing that made me into the man that I am today. I grew up in a town known as East Gull Lake and lived on the East Gull Lake. I was going to Pine river school and had many friends. My family was renting a house at the time of a man named Bill Simick and his wife Ginger. They were a nice older couple that lived right next door. They were nice enough to let us use their maple trees for making syrup. I was going to Pine river school and had many friends, life was good. Then I heard that we were going to be moving. I had spent my whole life living in that house and I was not ready to give it up. I would also have to leave all my friends and go to an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people. But my brother was just starting kindergarten when we moved and never had to switch schools and I was jealous of him because of that. I didn't know what to do my whole life was getting turned upside down. …show more content…

Instead of being on the lake is able to see for miles I was now trapped Now I lived deep in the woods with very little neighbors. But once I got in the house I realized it was bigger and nicer than our old house, and actually had a downstairs. I started to think that things weren't going to be so bad. Then I had to start going to school and I was terrified. I had to start riding the bus to and from school which I had never done. Once I got to the school I had a hard time making new friends and adapting to the new school. Then one day I decided to open up to this guy named Cooper which I thought was cool because my brothers named is also Cooper. Boy did that work out in my favor. Once I had made one friend I started to become friends with that person's

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