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Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Refugee Camp

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Dreamer I jumped high and low like in the Kungfu movies, which I watch in from a crack hole in a wall. I leeped thought time capcal and went back to where my home lie. I jumped in the cloud where heaven lied. I lay on the cloud as I watch the sun go down. I fell countless time but I always got up. Yet nothing was mine but I own it all. I stood and watch the cloud in a beautiful sunny day. I stumbled and fell but I was never week. I feld the rain on my skin and I feld the cool wind on a hot, hot summer day. Now there 's only dream that can take be back to my childhood. Growing up in a refugee camp was a beautiful journey. I was too blind to see realty even thought it was creek on us. I didn 't have fancy house but for me my haut

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