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My name is Imani. I am 12 years old. I was born July 12th,2001. I was born in Buffalo,NY. I lived in the hood where there were not great houses. My mom struggled to raise my 3 siblings and I. Then later on she got a job as a sleep-tech which is a person that watches people sleep and sees what sleeping conditions they have. This job transferred her many places. My entire life I've been to 6 different elementary schools. I am currently at a middle school I love and in August will be attending 8th grade. It's was sort of annoying to be honest moving from place to place because I had to keep making new friends. But I don't regret it because I still are in touch with some of my other friends. So far I've lived in (Buffalo, NY ),(Niagara Falls,NY ),(Conway, AR ),(Fortsmith, AR ),(Springfield, Massachusetts ),and now (Waterbury, CT. ) I've lived many places in my life and I'm not sure where life will take me next. I'm kind of excited. Tune in next with me update...!!!
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