New house

    When I was about 5 years old we had to move houses.  This was a very drastic change for me because I was small and all of my cousins lived near me, so every day I used to go to my older cousin’s house and play with him.  He was my age.  We did bad things when we were together, out mothers used to call us little devils, they had to take care of us all the time.

    One day I remember we jumped off the roof with umbrellas because we thought we were going to fly.  We didn’t fly, but we didn’t get hurt either, we also drank a whole bottle of medicine because it tasted good.  That day our mothers got scared because we wouldn’t wake up so they took us to the doctor, and he said everything was going to be okay, that we were only going to sleep for a long time, by that the doctor meant the whole day (that was like a day off for my mother and aunt).  

    My cousin and I always had something to do.  But all of that changed when we moved.  Most of the time I had nothing to do so I kept on begging my mom for us to move back to where we used to live, I really missed my cousin.  The first day we moved I cried because I didn’t want to move, I wanted to stay there with my cousin, well not there but in our old house.  We even had a secret hiding spot in my cousin’s house, and that’s where we used to go when it was time for me to leave.  But after time passed I found out It wasn’t so bad after all because we used to go to my cousins house every weekend so as soon as I got there we started playing.  Sometimes he even came to my new house and we would play there too.  It was great, but all the fun ended when he or I had to leave.  After a while I got used to our new house, I started liking it, and now I love our new house, I can’t even imagine living somewhere else.