Personal Narrative: Living In A Trailer

When I was younger, I used to live in a cozy trailer park in Dallas, Oregon. When most people think of a trailer park, they think of an impoverished slum. However, our trailer park was different. It was full of playful children, kind people and a calm atmosphere. I had two close friends, Dillon and Abraham. We played Pokémon, skated, and played soccer. We would be outside from dawn to dusk. Life was great… Then we moved.
It was a cold, dreary and rainy night, my parents were frantically placing our belongings in our car. The rain was frigid, almost biting as they finished. The car wasn’t big enough to fit all our belonging, so multiple trips had to be made. I was saying goodbye to my childhood. The friends I’ve had since kindergarten were disappearing. The car ride back was bumpy and uncomfortable. How was I going like this new place? Would I find new friends? These questions flooded my mind as we crept closer and closer.
We arrived at our new apartment complex, not sure what to expect. People started as we dragged our belongings into our new home. The apartment wasn’t very big, two rooms for five people. I look out the window, …show more content…
I was making new friends, moving on in life. I realized that you can’t wallow in the past forever, and that moving on helps with life. I started looking forward, looking for more ways to change my life. I was finally starting to see the light of hope. Spending so much time in the darkness, wasn’t very good for the eyes. Moving changed my life, and I let it keep me down. I let it keep me from being the person I once was, and I wouldn’t have been able to return to who I once was without support from those around me. I was convinced that losing my old friends was the end, but come to the conclusion that you can always make new friends, even if you lose some. Having friends can make a big difference in a person, they give you strength to move on as well as your