Personal Narrative: My Trip To America

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It was a crisp chilly morning and the sun, oh the warm sun shone through the tree right in my bedroom window like a elegant diamond ring, but the sun couldn’t give any warmth in my situation as cold as it was, and the sky the beautiful sky was as blue as the sea! The oak tree wa so enormous it reached the great high heavens! With no leaves it seemed not It was a chilly May day in Tula, Russia, and the high was 66 degrees! I was wearing my favorite grey fluffy jacket softer than kitten’s fur with some black mittens, and some sweat pants which was keeping me warm. I was so excited, “I’m going to America!, I'm going to America!” I kept telling myself. For the first time in all my life I AHHa {Anna} Mikhaila was going to see my aunt AлëH

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