I was born and raised in England, Manchester. I lived most of my life in the UK. At the age of 8 I moved to the United States of America with my whole family. It seemed unreal, I lived right next to Disney World, Sea World, and Universal Studios. When I started elementary school in Orlando, Bay Meadows if I remember correctly, I made a very good friend. His name was Reuben. We always used to have a good laugh. As I later learnt we even lived in the same complex of apartments.
Life was good. I would regularly go and sleep over at Reuben’s house and he would regularly come and sleep over at my house. We used to stay up all night and be up to no good. If ever we got tired we would have a can of coke, thinking it would help us stay up all night. Waking up the next morning we would start the day off by visiting the park and riding our scooters. We always raced each other to see who was faster, many times falling and scraping our needs on the concrete.
As time went on even our parents had gotten to know each other and developed a close relationship just like us. Reuben’s family would regularly call our family around for dinner, and we would do the same. As for us two we would run outside and start one of our adventures, forgetting dinner. We once went fishing. It was me, Reuben, and his father. It was a phenomenal experience. We used to take pieces of bread and roll them into small balls to use as bait. We would catch the smallest fish you can imagine, but never the less we would be jumping up and down with joy. I wish this life would never end.
One day I woke up and my parents looked really upset. I was terrified if it was because of something that I had done or something else. Soon they spoke and told me that we would have to move back home to England. I was shocked and asked them why. Turned out that our visa’s to stay in America were expired. I could not believe what they were saying. I could not stop crying my eyes out knowing that I would not see Reuben for a really long time. We finally visited Reuben’s house and told them what had happened. They could not believe what we were saying, was this the last time we would see each other?
We finally left America and flew back to England. I was in tears the whole trip. When arriving in England I couldn’t have asked for a warmer welcome as all my family including grandma, grandpa, aunties, cousins were there to welcome me back. It was as though I had returned back home where I belonged. The first week back we visited everyone’s houses for dinner. Soon I got enrolled into a high school. As time went on the memories started to fade away. I had made new friends, I had started a new life.
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