Personal Narrative: My Life In Aspen

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Aspen, Colorado, the town I grew up in. The town where I first learned to speak, swim and do many other things. Life in Aspen is perfect. Skiing on the powdered slopes during the winter, hiking grueling mountains during the summer and exploring it’s majestic beauty any season. Aspen’s captivating beauty is also filled with fond memories everywhere that take me back to my childhood: seeing mom bears desperately reaching for the tart crabapples to feed their young, playing volleyball with my brother on the scorching sand, and getting frustrated because I could never hit the ball with enough force to make it over the net, watching the crystallized ice charging to take over the last bit of green left. I had it, the mountains, the snow, the house, I had it all. Although in the summer of 2012 everything changed. …show more content…

My mom looked nervous, but she displayed an abundance of excitement. I didn’t know what they wanted, but before I knew it my dad started lecturing us, and then after about what seemed forever, he finally displayed his point, he enthusiastically stated the next words that will echo throughout my head, for eternity. “Kids your mother and I made a decision, to move to Bulgaria.” A million different responses swirled in my head.“What? When? Why?” “Exploring a new culture and language will have an astonishing impact on your life and will drastically change the way you view the world.” my dad explained to us in an overconfident voice. Then with that an argument started and ended within a minute. I knew that whatever I said or did couldn't change the situation, my voice didn’t matter. I wanted to be carried upstairs, and sleep until my parents came to their senses, but they never

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