I remember many things from my childhood. Some are good memories and some are bad. I have one memory, which at first I thought things were going to turn out bad, when, in fact, it actually turned out good.
It was toward the end of my year in Kindergarten in Carrollton. I was happy being there with all of my friends, but then one day, my mother told me something that I hated to hear. We were moving to Bosworth that summer.
What is Bosworth? Where is Bosworth? Why are we moving there? Do we have to go? I found myself asking these questions simply because I just didn't want to go. I was only 5 years old and I had never even heard of Bosworth.
I went ahead and finished out my Kindergarten year at Carrollton and then, when summer came, we started packing. When everything was packed up, we loaded up the truck and headed to where I now know as home. I was only a fifteen-mile ride, but to me, it seemed like a really long way. I was just a little kid and I had never been there before.
Finally, we pulled into the driveway of our house at the edge of town. I thought it was quite an odd-looking house, but it was the first time I had ever seen an earth contact home. I thought to myself, "Who wants a house built into the side of a hill? It's just weird." It didn't matter what I thought though, we were going to be living in that house for a long time.
I remember unloading the truck. There was not much there that I could help with, but I did what I could. Since we didn't get started until late in the afternoon, my mom and dad worked late into the night moving things to where they needed to be. I fell asleep in the living room floor since we had not brought the beds yet. The next day we brought the rest of our stuff and over the next few days, we got everything unpacked and situated.
The rest of the summer was fun for me. I got to go back to Carrollton to hang out with my friends. Toward the end of the summer, on my 6th birthday, I had a party and all my Carrollton friends were there.
