Personal Narrative: Moving Off Of A Dairy Farm

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When I was a little boy my family and I move off of a dairy farm where I spent a couple years playing with the livestock and walked around do something that I might of had to do or just did because I was bored. Anyway I like being on the farm, having the calves to play with and to be watching the field work get done because I was to little to be driving the equipment. But my happy days were coming to an end when my mom and dad decided to get out of the farming. So they sold the cows and the equipment and we move to Dakota School District, when I was going into the 2nd grade. I did not like moving off of the farm and having to go to a different school where there was different kids but mostly was upset because of moving off of the farm. I really

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