|Although this event happened many years ago, I can still clearly remember the summer before fifth grade, when our family decided to move. When my parents first told me we were moving, it was as if someone shattered my heart into pieces. I’ve never considered leaving everything behind and starting a completely new life. I had grown so accustomed to the closely aligned townhomes and grassy fields of the neighborhood. I couldn’t imagine leaving such a familiar place. But most importantly, I had friends and neighbors who supported me through everything. These were the most amazing people I’ve ever met, and just the thought of us getting separated was devastating. I cried for days, and even felt nauseated whenever someone mentioned moving.
It was a Friday in early August. This was moving day, which meant that it was my last chance to say goodbye to everyone. My friends and I had the whole day planned out. We were going to the pool just a few blocks away, and ride our bikes to the nearest restaurant for lunch. Since I was feeling so upset, my friends promised this to be one of the most unforgettable days of my life.
That morning, I was still in my bed when I heard the sound of crashing thunder and heavy raindrops falling against the rooftop. I quickly ran to open the curtains and saw that it was pouring outside.
“Oh no!” I cried. “Why did this have to happen today? All my plans are ruined!”
I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes, but at that exact moment, the doorbell rung. My friends, Becky and Liz, showed up with smiles on their faces. Since most of the furniture in my house was gone, Liz invited me to spend the day at her house.
Throughout the morning, we just ended up watching TV and simply talking. The whole morning seemed to pass by really quickly.
“So do you think we’ll still be best friends in let’s say, ten years?” Becky asked suddenly.
“Of course,” Liz replied as she looked over at me tentatively.
By the tone of her voice, I could tell that she was still upset at the fact that I was moving. The expression on her face just struck me like a knife. At this point, I felt as if I was betraying my all my friends. All of us had such a close relationship, and I didn’t want to break this bond. I don’t know why, but Becky’s question began to bother me a lot. I spent the whole morning thinking about it. People often say I worry too much about unnecessary things, and this was probably one of them. I spent hours trying to figure out the true answer, and couldn’t even concentrate on the TV. I heard the girls laughing at some funny show, but my mind was completely somewhere else.
Hours passed, and at that time, Liz handed me a blue box that was hidden under the couch. It was wrapped with a beautiful white and yellow ribbon. I opened it slowly and was amazed at everything that was in there. Inside were pictures of us and personalized letters from people at our school. My mouth was wide open as I began looking through everything. I couldn’t believe they put so much effort into doing this.
“Wow, thank you so much!” I said happily.
Finally, I realized that the answer to her question was simple. These people were a really important part of my life, and there’s no way we would be separated by something like this. I was filled with joy as I thanked them over and over again.
That afternoon, the moving van was finally packed up. I got in the car and was ready to experience the new life waiting for me. With the box clutched in my hands, I could keep the memories of my childhood forever.