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Personal Narrative: My Moving To Mexico

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I have been moving around to other countries since I was 4 years old. Every time I moved I changed. The first country I went was Brazil, I stayed there for 5 years and it was an very fun childhood. I used to play with the kids in the neighbourhood and I had a lot of fun, I learned to swim, ride a bike, and I even was selling lemonade. I wasn't very stressed about school, I used to only think about playing with my friends of that time. After leaving in Brazil, I moved to Mexico. I lived there 1 year. I think that this was the worst place I have lived by now. Since I was probably 8 to 9 years old so I could understand what was going on. I became a very shy kid, I wasn't able to make may friends and the school didn't have a very good english level, which actually made my english a little worse than it was before. Moving to Mexico made me change to a shy kid, I did not know anybody, so I was basically and outsider for people in this school. …show more content…

I live there for 5 years, and this years really had it’s ups and downs. Again, I was a shy kid but over time I started to get comfortable around this people, although I could talk to my friends there, I still was ashamed of talking to strangers, this is embarrassing to me but I even wasn't able to talk to girls properly. But Colombia changed me the most. Overtime I started to get more and more friends, I actually started to learn more about the real world and how scary it actually is. Of course not everything was perfect. At first, I was being bullied, which did not really help my shyness, and my grades weren't grate so I was constantly being grounded. I overcame this situation, and in Colombia is where I have developed most of my personality. Eventually I made more friends but sadly, I had to move to Mexico again, this to Mexico

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