Apartments in Lyon St. and the House on Hickory St. by Ruddy Castro

I can't remember anything about the first place I lived because i was a newborn baby. I also can't remember much of where I lived after that. The only memories I have from their are falling on glass and getting a scar, the apartments being pink, the apartments being 2 stories, and moving. The good thing about it was that we just moved to the apartments next to the ones we lived in. I didn't care about moving because I still had the same friends and I still went to the same school. The one bedroom apartment was ok because it was just my borther, me, my mom, and occasionally my dad. Then my sister, my 2 cousins, my aunt, and uncle came. We stayed there with them for about a year and then we moved to a house. The house seemed pretty big when nothing was in it, but once everyone and everything was inside we had a little bit of space. Moving sort of upset me because I had to leave all my friends behind and I had to go to a new school.