Question

I just wrote my bio for the first time, and as I was writing it, I found that part of my life I wrote about sounded more like a story. I decided that Literature is a perfect subject to post stories. here it is :

Answer 1

I was born and raised in Ukraine as of the age of seven. Then my adventure began as my mother fell in love with an American man and so we moved to his home country, the United States.
For a seven year old that was a drastic change, for I rode a plane for the first time, I have seen a palm tree for the first time, which was quite exciting for a kid because I have only seen them in movies and cartoons.
As I moved to Florida, a lot of cons started to take place... For example.. Mosquitoes were everywhere, which meant play time outside was not as exciting anymore.`
Where I lived there was only two other kids around, which was sad because they were not as active as the kids I used to play with back home in Ukraine.

In the Ukraine I only had two other friends, they were older boys about two years older than me, In the village I lived in, people were very close.
Which meant my mother was not afraid to send me on errands such as go buy some milk from a farmer close by, or to send me to the market for other groceries. Keep in mind I was maybe 6 or older.
As I had a lot of freedom to walk around the village, The two older boys and I often went to the abandoned construction behind my house ( the construction went on for miles )
As we had so many buildings to choose from, we would never get bored, climbing each building and placing our colored red stones at the top of the roofs to inform us we have already climbed and claimed that area.
We would always pretend to be pirates, which meant that each new building was an exciting place to cherish.
Every day before the sun set ( which meant I had to start heading home ) we would go to our favorite spot, it was one of the houses, it was a nice small house, and we managed to find a couch in the junk yard so we brought it in.
One of the boys would always bring snacks such as muffins or cookies and we would talk about our adventures or we would tell ghost stories, which was in fact very scary because we would run through abandoned houses everyday.
On the last day we saw each other we did the same thing, except we did not try to find new buildings, but go to our secret spot .
The boy as always brought snacks, and we would say our goodbyes.
I still keep in touch with them through skype.

But it is indeed a drastic change when I came to America.... Boredom.

Answer 2

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