It’s been so long… I lived there for three years (8-11). I thought I’d never want to go back. “I didn’t like the people,” I used to think. But now I’m over it. I have to go back. I’ve grown; I’ve changed. I want others to know that. And I know those I used to know changed as well. I have to see my family—grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, the whole deal. I wonder how thing’s will be… I also want to see my old house, my room, my boxes of toys! Memories…
