Personal Narrative: Moving To Germany

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2011, I was 6 at the time and we has recently moved to Germany. Since my dad was in the army, we moved around a lot. Before Germany, we lived in Texas for a while. When we moved, I started skiing with my father. He was a snowboarder, so I started with snowboarding but that wasn’t for me. My dad had a friend, who had a daughter and I was friends with his daughter. We were around the same age and we went to the same elementary school, Landstuhl Elementary School, on the army base. Her name was Keeli but I called her Kiwi, she was around the same height as me, maybe a little shorter, and she had blonde shoulder length hair. During one of our trips, we went to Switzerland, Europe to ski. Keeli and I got a private instructor and we had lessons everyday.

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