New Mexico: A Impactful Event Of My Life

Moving from Albuquerque, New Mexico was the first impactful event of my life. When I was seven years old and almost a half, my parents told me that my family of six was going to pack up everything, leave our home, our livelihood, and move to Idaho. At this time, I was young, but I knew I was going to miss Albuquerque. I knew I was going to miss the plump dappled quails who walked quickly with their wee babies toddling behind in a straight line and the skinny, all leg, roadrunners who would sprint across the roads. I was going to miss my little Crocodile Smile green room. This was special because I had chosen the paint color, I had watched my room be painted, and I had to leave it. Abandoning my home was difficult too. The front of my seashell …show more content…
The Shirtliffs, Marchants, and Hegsteds. All three families had kids my age, Kayla Marchant, Sydnee Shirtliff, and Brayden Hegsted. I grew really close to one kid in particular, Kayla. She was my new best friend. I knew we were going to stay pals for a long time. I was not friends with the other two until a couple things changed. The main event that caused me to become better friends with Brayden and Sydnee, was the fact that I had to go to a new school with them. I was going to go to Summit Hills Elementary School. The first day of fifth grade in that new school, we all became friends. We remained friends for a long time. We shared secrets and golden summer days. My new friends and new school were the second big event in my …show more content…
To help myself, I did mainly three things: wade in water, squish mud, and rollerblade. First on my list was wading. Near my home is a school, at this school is a ditch, this ditch fills every time it rains. Since it had recently rained, I rolled my jeans up to my knees, put on my blue and green flip flops, and went to wade in the soothing water. The water tickled at my legs in cool splashes. Just under the silvery surface, lying out of the sun's reach, sat smooth shiny stones and pebbles. I would lower my hand in the sun warmed water. First, my fingers dipped into the soothing water, barely grazing the surface. Then the rest of my hand smoothly plunged in after the tantalizing stones. I would carefully wrap my fingers around the stone and would bring it out into the world. I would admire it’s beauty and toss it to shore. I don’t know why I did this. I could never keep all the stones I rescued. Maybe I enjoyed the thought of those stones catching the eye of the passerby. After wading, I went to find mud to squish between my toes in satisfying squelches. Dark, wet, mud is not hard to find where I live. Once, I discovered what I was looking for, I took off my flip flops and immersed my feet in the mud. I wiggled my toes feeling the mud move around. The mud was warm at the surface but cool underneath. I let my feet sink into the ground. I imagined myself as an explorer in a rainforest, struggling in quicksand. After

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