Personal Narrative Essay: My Life In The Farm

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I have set off for the city this very morning. You’ll be happy to hear that I’ve finally left behind that little farm. I must be honest when I say that i’m a little less than merry about having to go. The farm just isn’t what it used to be, however, Mother and Father aren’t making the money they used to. So it’s my turn to make my way in the world. I plan to get a job in the city and send what I can back to the farm.
It’s my first time on a train and I must admit how terribly nervous I am. Living in the countryside my whole life I’ve never seen such a thing. Hearing about it is not at all the same as seeing it with my own two eyes. For starters this mechanical beast is as loud as it is daunting to look at. It’s metal exterior makes it look
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The inside is very different from the outside, far more inviting. It was almost cozy with it’s big cushioned seats and spacious environment. It was like sharing a carriage with a hundred others, all strangers to me. We might have been strangers, but one thing made us all alike. The railroad. The wonder in the eyes of the children I saw, I was sure it matched my own. I felt almost giddy with excitement and nerves when I first sat down. I’m sure the adults who saw me must have thought me strange, that or they hid their own enthusiasm behind a curtain of indifference better than I. When the train actually started to move though, I was transfixed by the world outside. Everything was moving so fast it was like I flying, far faster than any horse I’ve ridden. I can’t be sure how long I stared out the window, I couldn’t count how many fields and forests we passed. I was scared to look away though, as though I might have missed something truly fantastic. Every bit of nervous energy and excitement began to chip away at my vitality. My exhaustion weighed heavy own me, no matter how committed I was to my task of experiencing this new wonder I could not compete with the forceful hands of

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