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Personal Narrative: My Life In Paoli

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I have lived in the suburbs of Philadelphia my entire life, but have lived in three different setting. My first eighteen months were in an apartment, I have no memories of my time there, actually I may, it's hard to figure out what is real and what is from pictures when you are so young. Since then I have lived in two houses in Paoli. Paoli offers serenity, commerce, farmland, and most importantly my family. I am extremely fortunate to have had a compassionate family that has stayed together my whole

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