I grew up in a dangerous place, were gangs, serial killers, thieves, and drug dealers could be found. Every night I could hear the sirens of police cars and the helicopters flying overhead. Los Angeles was indeed a dangerous place.
When I was four, my parents decided to move to Arkansas. I didn’t want to because my grandparents couldn’t come, but they stayed behind.
I believe that moving away and leaving loved ones is hard, but that eventually it will get better. When we finally got to Arkansas, we moved in with my dad’s aunt for a while, during which I had my fifth birthday. In the summer of 2004, we bought a house; my mom’s parents and sisters came from L.A. to live with us.
For me, fifth grade was hard, especially math, the only grade I got was a ‘C’. I didn’t have that many friends. I was surprised when I passed fifth grade. A couple of days later my grandparents bought a house for themselves and moved out.
In sixth grade, everything changed: I had a lot more friends, I had better grades, and I had a pet cat. My aunts have the mother and sister cat. My grandparents from L.A. started to visit here. When ever they came, my family and I liked to take them around Springdale. They stayed for two to three weeks and then went back to L.A. I didn’t want them to leave, but they told me that they were saving money so that one day; they would come live with us. The years have past and they still do not have enough money to move here, Arkansas. Even so, I’m hopeful that someday in my lifetime, they will come to live with me and my family.
My life started out terrible, but when I moved, it started to get better. This is why I believe that moving away and leaving loved ones behind can be hard, but eventually, things will get better.
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