My Memory

I remember...

The summer of 7th grade. We were just about to move to Georgia. My dad was about to fly into Portland from Atlanta the night of the last day of school. i Haven't seen him in 2 or 3 months because he moved ahead of us so that he could start his job at this new radio station, the reason why we were moving. I was pretty upset the whole entire time of that week that we were moving because i had to say goodbye to everyone, my old house, my old neighborhood and old school. Most of all i didn't want to say goodbye to Portland, me or my parents.