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What is important in life? I think it 's to be patient. If I couldn 't be patient at that time, I don 't have my best friend today.
When I was 6, our family moved to a new house. The age of 6 was the age to start new life. My little brother had born. I started to go to elementary school. My new house was at 8th floor, we could wake up with warm sunlight every morning. At that time, I was a very shy and introverted child. So I was excited but also afraid of making new friends in new place because I wasn’t good at talking with people that I meet for the first time. During the entrance ceremony of elementary school, I was literally about to cry because of full of new faces. (I was also a crybaby at that time.) …show more content…

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