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New LIfe
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All of my personal belongings had been packed in large brown cardboard boxes and I wouldn’t see them until we had traveled to a new home in Papillion Nebraska. The movers were three muscular men that I am sure just tossed all of my material possessions into the stationary cabinets with no real care at all. The movers had seen everything about me from what I wore to school, to the deep secretive thoughts that I wrote in my diary. I felt violated. I didn’t want to leave the white brick home with the four giant columns that held the house in place. I didn’t want to leave the place where I grew up and made most of my childhood memories. I can’t forget about the people that meant the most to me, my best friends, my neighbors and teachers. My life was put into these cardboard boxes in the matter of two hours. It was time for my last fearful good-byes and start the journey to begin my new life. I regretfully heaved my semi-petit body into the red minivan with my family.
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