One of my acwardest childhood memories is when we moved. When we moved it wasn’t as bad for me as my brother and my mom because kindergarten had just ended. I remembered asking my mom where we were moving and I had never heard of that place ever before but of course I was only five years old. I had thought this would be the worst place ever because it took about 45 minutes to get from Mequon to Pewaukee. I learned that the hard way with everything in the trunk. There are many bad parts about moving, packing and unpacking, finding places to put stuff, leaving your only friends and leaving the special gym set we had made 3 months before we moved.
My first day of school at P.L.E was not that bad even though I tried to convince my mom to let me stay home, I soon would forget of that thought. My teacher asked if there was anyone new to this school so I raised my hand and one or two others did. She made us go up in front of the class and introduce our selves and she assigned us a partner to show us around the school. The person I got was Patrick McKnight he was my first friend here and acwardly my first friend in Mequon was Patrick Mc something. So that whole day I knew someone was there for me.
Once the bell rang for school to be over I was behind Patrick not for any reason I was just behind him. Once we got near the busses he turned around and said you can stop following me now it’s time to go home. Patrick looked on my backpack and noticed that I was on his buss then he introduced me to a lot more people and I fitted in and they liked me to. After one year it had seemed like I had lived there my whole life. One thing I learned from that is that good things will come eventually but you have to wait.
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