It was the day I was moving into a new home since my parents were divorcing I was pretty sad about it. I didn't want it to happen but I still know it wasn't my fault if it was I would have been crying for 32 days straight. "Start getting packed" my mom said, so I started packing my stuff in one box and in the other. I put some of my packed boxes in the car and went back into my room and packed more into boxes. When it was time to go I kinda cried because I am gonna miss this house so much. There is so many memories in the house that I could remember from me being 7 years old.
