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Personal Narrative: Moving To The Mexican Border In Arizona

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Did you move around a lot when you were a child? When I was 9 I learned what it meant to lose all your friends and leave behind all you know because your mother has decided to move to the Mexican border in Arizona. Before we moved it was my purpose in life to sprout wings and go to a different dimension. For a while it stayed like this because I had friends that were just like me. After we moved I learned about Amelia Earhart in school and decided that I wanted to become a pilot and travel the world. Two years later we moved back up to Oregon but more towards Portland this time. A little while later I my mom told me that I was very good at arguing and that I should be on the debate team. After that I found out that lawyers have a big salary

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