Personal Narrative: Still Living In Colorado

Hey you decided to read some more? Cool maybe this is not as dull as I thought? Nah probably still is. Let’s see here I have lived in three different states for over a year. One of those states is Colorado; you know, back when it was a place known for skiing and its great mountains.The “Mile high state”. Now? It’s still known as the “mile high state”just for different reasons. I have also lived in Kansas, although I was pretty little when I had lived there. The last place I have lived (and am still living as I write this thing) is North Carolina. I first lived in Colby, Kansas and Aurora, Colorado back when I was really little. Really little as in my head did not even come up to my chest currently. My parents had split at the time, my Mother lived with her dad (my grandparent) and my Father
lived back in Aurora, Colorado. Every week or two they would each drive halfway in between and do a sort of trade-off. I would swap between the two of them for a while. Eventually this stopped working well (I do not remember why) and my Mother decided to just go to Colorado. I lived with my Father at the “temple house” on Temple drive right down the road from the school I went to. My school was called Meadow Point Elementary.
My mother lived in many different houses over the course of being in Colorado, with my Step Father, Mike. I swapped between the two households for a while. I had some pets at each house. At the house with my Father I had a black and white Husky named Keetah and a Lab Cocker Spaniel mix named Kenai. With my Mother I had a white Husky named Cobalt, and a demonic cat named Kodee. (That cat was evil I swear) After years of living in Colorado we all moved to North Carolina. This entire move (If you can believe it) all started from my dart throw at a map. Me and my Father decided we wanted to move from Colorado and did not know where we wanted to go… Until we looked at the wall. On that wall was a dart board we had been playing on the night before. We both looked at each other and instantly knew what was going to happen. I grabbed the darts, and he grabbed the map and a piece of paper. We decided to stick to the Southeastern portion of the United States and grabbed that portion of the map to use. We took one dart to hold it up and the other five were for us to throw, then the darts were thrown. After the darts flew we took the piece of paper, put
it on the map and checked. One dart hit Florida, one hit the ocean, one did not even hit the paper, another landed in the ocean, and the last fell right on Raleigh. We discussed with my Mother and Stepfather. We obviously were not going to live in the ocean. For some reason my Mother hated Florida. So we settled on North Carolina. We have been here for over three years now and running. We may end up going somewhere else or we may just stop here. My Father always did like Germany.