Narrative Essay About Moving Over Again

I used to be popular.

I used to make friends as naturally as breathing.

I used to be so sociable that adults would tire of hearing me speak.

I used to find myself standing before the teacher’s desk, receiving some minor punishment for socializing too often.

Then my family moved, and I lost all the relationships I had built up.

I used to start all over again with the same level of enthusiasm as initially.

And again.

And again.

Every time my family moved, I started to see less and less of the importance of friends. What was the point, when you move again in three or four years and have to start all over. Thus, I turned to things I knew were constant; Books, Drawing, Video Games. I am glad this is the case, as artistic pursuits comprise