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An Experience in My Life December 31, 2004, while everyone else was celebrating New Year’s, my family and I were moving from one city to another. It was hard for me to move another city because I was leaving behind the town where I was born and all my friends. This was one of the biggest impacts that I have experience in my life. Moving from one town to another was like moving to another world where I did not know anyone. But the hardest part of moving for me was moving to another school where I did not know anyone and I did not know what to expect. Moving from a place I grew up and lived my whole life was really difficult to adapt to the new place. The sun shined on my face and I opened my eyes. It was my first time waking up in the new town and everything felt so awkward. I moved from my home town Watsonville CA to another little town not that far but very different called Hollister CA .I felt like going out and do the everyday stuff I used to do go to like go to a little bakery that was next to the house where I used to live. When I went outside everything was different it felt like if I was in a different world. Some of the difficult things were adapting for example, when we wanted to go to a store we had to search where they were located and carefully find them so we could find our way back home. The first day was the hardest day of a lot to come. I missed my old town and felt like I didn’t belong to the new place. I lived in my home town for 13 years so I missed every little thing about it. I wanted to move back where I felt home was I felt everything was not the same and in my eyes everything was ugly in my new home. I became depressed and despreate to move back to my home town but my parents did not pay attention to me I was a 14 years old. The days passed and the first day in a new school came for me. I hadn’t felt more nervous in my life than that day. I was in the 8th grade year; it was a new year and a new school for me. In my first class I

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