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Many Moves My calves ache with pain as a few drops of sweat trickle down my back and seep into my shirt. I almost trip on the ramp of the truck; carrying the last piece of furniture into the large white vessel we call our new house. Exhausted, I sink into the old weathered couch I just delivered and I can’t help but think how my father felt the past eight times we moved. As a child, looking at a U-Haul always reminded me of my dad. Never knowing why we moved, I just did what was asked of me. I left friends, backyards, bedrooms, and a tiny piece of my heart every time we moved. Now as an eighteen year old young man facing the harsh reality of the real world, I can relate with my father. Sometimes a man has to do things to better his family even if it means change. I was born in Lexington, South Carolina in a small home. Dad was being transferred a lot from place to place because of his job and his next stop was planned to be Charleston.
Approximate Word count = 733
Approximate Pages = 2.9
(250 words per page double spaced)
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