January 13, 2011 by jrwatson5
My memory is when I moved to Texas from England. I remember that we were in the airport and my mom, dad, and my sister started crying because they didn’t want to leave. They were all older than me and had more to say goodbye to than me. We moved because my dad got a job in Houston. In 2003 we moved, I do like it here, but I really loved England because that’s where I was born. I could smell my house even when we were in the airport. My memory is important because it is one of the most important things that has happened to me in my life. It’s a milestone in my life.
By Laura, 3rd grade
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