When humans reflect on their lives they often categorize things by their location at the time of the event, grouping their college experience separately from their hometown high school experiences. This association with place causes us to view an unwanted movement as an attack on our personal way of living. I first experienced such an affront when I was in the first grade, my family and I moved to a small town about three hours away from San Angelo. My father wanted to be closer to his aunt and uncle so he seemingly forced me and to tag along for the experience. I didn’t want to move away from my grandparents or my friends, the thought alone would cause me to cry. I had to leave behind all my friends, my family I had known all my life, and even my pets. The towns was named Centerville, and it meant nothing to me, not yet.
Centerville was tiny. There was only one elementary school in town and it housed all grades from kindergarten on to seventh. Most of the people in town lived in the country around the town, and everything seemed so far away. There were so few buildings in town that you could hardly tell where the town ended and the country began. Except, often, the presence of cows would prove that the city limits had long since past… this was the first time I’d seen a cow outside of pictures, up close and personal.
Our new house was a three bedroom trailer surrounded on three sides by the forest. The trees around our new house grew densely and all kinds of animals lived in their shade. The house didn’t have a real driveway just a dirt path from the road to the house. Our mailbox seemed miles away, positioned at the end of the road that connected us to the outside world. My sister and I would us...
... middle of paper ...
... little white mouse with red eyes from being fed to the snake my dad was watching for his friend. Most of my family loves animals.
The first Christmas we had there was terrible for me. I wanted to see my grandparents and uncle who still lived in San Angelo. I wanted to go back home, to the house I had lived in for over four years. I got some cool present but that couldn’t make up for how miserable I was feeling. The most exciting present that day was my dad telling all of us that we were moving back to San Angelo. We hadn’t been living there for long, about three or four months, but it seemed like an eternity without my friends and grandparents. I had never been away from them for long so it was a strange feeling for me. I was so happy after my parents told us we would be moving back home. That is the only time I have lived outside of the city of San Angelo.
Need Writing Help?
Get feedback on grammar, clarity, concision and logic instantly.Check your paper »
- ... During my last year of college, I met the love of my life, who was profoundly intrigued by the American way of life. We walked down the aisle and moved to Florida in less than a year. Miami captivated my husband’s attention immediately. I was, however, homesick before the plane left. The “intriguing” American way of life, to me, seemed more as an unfamiliar, confusing, and upsetting mess than an exciting, and welcoming new adventure. I was incapable of speaking or reading the English language.... [tags: scholarship, english, italian, florida]
730 words (2.1 pages)
- Imagine moving to Japan when you are seven years old. Growing up in the military I have seen a good portion of the world. Japan though is to date the most memorable. See when you are a kid everything is new and exciting to you, more so when you think you are going to go see things that you only see on television. I am talking ninjas, samurai, and shogun. I was going to see it all. I would find out there was more to the Japanese culture than I knew at the time. It was 1989 I had just turned seven when I found out I would be living in Japan for a few years.... [tags: ninjas, samurai, and shogun]
614 words (1.8 pages)
- It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Florida. I was six years old, playing by the pool with my new puppy. I loved swimming in the pool almost every day after school. I also enjoyed going out on our boat after school or crossing the street and going to the beach. My father came home one evening with some interesting news. Now, I do not remember exactly how I felt about the news at that time, but it seemed like I did not mind that much. He had announced that we were going to move back to my birth country, Belgium.... [tags: Personal Narrative, Personal Experience]
1092 words (3.1 pages)
- “Moving again?!” I exclaimed. My mom had announced this at the end of the month of February. Throughout my fourteen years of life, I could not keep count with my fingers of how many times we have moved. On the other hand, I understood her decision to move from Birch Bay to Bellingham. Besides, my brother and I were going to school there and all our friends were there, too. Not to mention the drastic change in our family’s way of life, after a couple of months of hauling us from one place to another, on top of my mom working a full-time job, everything was way harder for her especially now that she is a single parent.... [tags: Personal Experience]
1036 words (3 pages)
- Moving Away at a Young Age Moving far away from family and friends can be tough on a child at a young age. It has its pros and cons. One learns how to deal with moving away from the people they love and also learn how to deal with adjusting to new ways of life. Everything seems so different and at a young age one feels like they have just left the whole world behind them. That was an experience that changed my life as a person. It taught me how to deal with change and how to adjust. It developed me from a young boy into a mature young man.... [tags: Personal Narrative Moving Essays]
640 words (1.8 pages)
- Many people take up Golf thinking that it is easy, after all, how hard can it be to hit a little white ball with a stick. This thinking evaporates the first time they step onto a driving range and attempt to hit that little white ball. Golf is not easy by any stretch of the imagination. My experience with golf began in May of 2005 when friends came to stay with us; my wife informed me that I would have to take Roy, her friend’s husband Golfing. I had not been to a driving range (since I was in my teens) and I had never played golf on a course before.... [tags: Personal Narrative, Personal Experience]
940 words (2.7 pages)
- Coming to age is not something that usually happens in one exact moment, it is a gradual experience. A person coming of age is very vital to how they develop their personal characteristics. The story of how I came to age isn’t a story I tell very often. Personally, I believe that what happens in the past should stay in the past. When I was nine years old, my parents, two siblings, and uncle decided that it was time for us to move from Missouri up to chilly Massachusetts. Both my uncle and father were construction workers.... [tags: Coming of Age, teenagers, Moving, ]
926 words (2.6 pages)
- Attending the Olympics is a pursuit both aggravating and exhilarating. This paradox characterized my experience of the games. There will always be more exciting events to attend, but that does not diminish the intense allure of the biggest party in the world, whether or not there is anything to enjoy in it. The Vancouver Olympic events both sporting and cultural were characterized by agonizingly long lines, hyper-dense crowds, and expensive, often unobtainable tickets. While the list of free activities offered in the lower mainland warranted its own guidebook, those partaking in these events deserved a gold medal in waiting.... [tags: Personal Experience]
1275 words (3.6 pages)
- I learned from the high school class I taught that two people can be looking at the same thing but each see something very different. The teacher (me) was white, privileged, and coddled throughout my suburban childhood and adolescence. Most students in my class were black or brown, poor, and grew up mostly on their own, living on the unforgiving urban street. They opened my eyes (often against my will and certainly against my “druthers”) to their alternative society. I learned that this hidden society exists unseen and mostly ignored within the larger normal American society of laws, schools, careers, and families; it comes to the attention of general society’s gatekeepers only at points of... [tags: Personal Experience, Autobiography]
903 words (2.6 pages)
- I walked around unsteadily all day like a lost baby, far away from its pack. Surrounded by unfamiliar territory and uncomfortable weather, I tried to search for any signs of similarities with my previous country. I roamed around from place to place and moved along with the day, wanting to just get away and go back home. This was my first day in the United States of America. A few months before all of this I was pleased with my calm life in a local city of Taiwan. I settled there at the age of two with my family, and things were going well so far.... [tags: Personal Narrative Essays]
822 words (2.3 pages)