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Personal Narrative: The Road Less Moving

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When I was five years old, my family moved from our home country of Chile to the United States of America because of my dad’s job. This was the first time in my life that I had ever witnessed someone taking a life-changing leap. Not many people are willing to pack up all of their belongings and move 5,000 miles away from their family, friends, and home country, but my parents made this monumental decision because they believed that it was the best thing for our family. My parents were the first people I saw to take the road less traveled by, and it made a great difference for me. As a seventeen year-old kid in high school, I have not had many chances to take the road less traveled by. Most of my decision making is limited due to my young age

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