Personal Narrative: Change

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Change. Change is a simple word but its action can pack a big punch. Looking back on to when I was young I have faint blurred memories of my childhood. Leaving everything you would know is hard. For me it’s one of those faint memories I wish I could see as boldly as when they were created . A house isn't everything. To me though it was my happy place, the place where my imagination was wild my dreams were happy . “Mom we’re never moving out of here. I want to live here forever.” That's exactly what i thought i would do too. But i guess we don’t always get what we want. Egg shell white , plastered swirls, memory filled walls. They seemed as if they were magical, enchanting. My mom and I would race each other up and down the halls. The

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