Personal Narrative: My Last Day In Massachusetts

I left everything behind when I was nine. I restarted almost my entire life, like a snake shedding its old skin. The only thing I still possessed deep inside my heart was the memories. Each one, stored in a special spot. However, there is one treasured memory of my last day in Massachusetts, one that would never fade.
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It was a wintery Saturday and the air chilled me to my bones. The thin blanket may have been fluffy, but it certainly could not keep out the cold. Last night I had stayed up until I saw hallucinations. Then my eyes opened wide and I popped out of the snow-white bed. My crisp, clean, soft, bed sheets lay crumpled. Today was my last day in Massachusetts, very soon my family would find a house in Colorado. I peered out the window. Last night was the very last time that I would lie in that bed. The last time I would ever set foot in …show more content…
In five hours, I’d be leaving this house forever. There were so many things I knew I couldn’t possibly leave behind, and yet I had to. This house, the people, Massachusetts, ..., all of them had been my world for years. The cracked driveway where I’ve played foursquare with my sisters and my parents… my school playground where I spent endless winters digging holes in the snow...the sky where I’d stare at so longingly. Then realized that I could remember all of this one day. With a sketchbook under my arm and a pencil in my hair, I sat down on the third stair leading to my backyard and began drawing. Every little thing in my life. I started out with my favorite places, then my friends, and finally, my house. I drew furiously, desperate to preserve all of my memories. In three hours, I finished drawing out my life. I smiled, satisfied with my hard work. From that moment on, I understood that none of my memories would ever disappear. They were all there, waiting for the days when I would need