When I moved to North Carolina I was 3 years old. (I remember somethings but not everything.) I was living in El Cajon, California. My dad lost his job, and its very expensive to live out there.
When my family moved my dad drove the U-Haul and mom, my 2 sisters, my dog, and I flew on a plane. That was my first time on a plane so i was freaked out at first but after about 30 minutes it was like a really fast roller coaster at 30,000 feet in the air, and I had a lot of fun.
When we landed in Charlotte, North Carolina it was like a desert everything was unfamiliar. My grand parents picked us up and we stayed with them until my Mom and dad found jobs and made enough money so we could buy our own house to live in.When my family was looking for a house me and my sisters would play hide and go seek and then get in trouble.When we found the perfect house I Almost got lost, like a dog, away from its owner, The first time I was there. I've been living in that house for 11 years.
