Thursday, April 17, 2008
Apartment 228 by Daniela A.
Until I was four, I've moved to different places in southern California and Mexico. I was born in Tijuana, Mexico and lived there for a couple of months. Then we moved to San Juan Capistrano until i was three. When I was three and a half, our family moved to my grandparent's house. When i was four, we finally got our apartment. We lived in that apartment for 10 years and still live there today. When we barely lived there, I thought that maybe something terrible might happen like an earthquake or a fire might destroy our home and maybe we might end up hurt. Nothing serious ever happened, but we did have a small earthquake that scared us. I also had hopes that we could live there in happiness and peace. So far, we have and there's no place i rather be than in my apartment because it's filled with so many memories and so many good times. And hopefully there are more to come. Like they say, "There's no place like home!"
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3 comments:
nice....I do like your story very much, there is no place like home because finding home is the longest journey we take. try to add more detail to your writing, it will help us, the audience, elaborate more on your feelings towards these subjects.
your bio/geography/english classmate and friend: Omar :]
your right theres no other place like home, we build memmories in there,we've lived there for so long that we get used to it. we feel more protected or safe.well i really like your essay but like omar said add a little more detail to suspense your story, make us visualize every detail you passed during your journies.
-eder l.
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