Turning Point

           The most important turning point in my life so far was something very hard to deal with.  I was about just about to turn thirteen and start my 8^th grade school year.  Both of my parents were in the military and they were finishing there twenty years of service each. When they were done with the military they planned to move closer to my stepdads family who lived in some small town in SD called Yankton and that was almost across the country from where we lived in Yuma, Arizona.

          My parents decided to move at the end of summer right before the new school year (8^th Grade). So I wouldn’t get to say good bye to all my friends just the ones that I got to hang out with during summer.  I told those friends to tell my other friends I was moving away.  The worst part of moving is that I didn’t get to tell my best friend goodbye and he just switched to a new school and probably wouldn’t find out that I moved.

          When we arrived in Yankton I had less than two weeks when I would start school. When school started I felt as if I would never make any friends.  People at the school were nice and everything but I just couldn’t relate to any of them until I met my cousin.         I met him in the second or third week of school and then we had no clue that we were related. We started hanging out a lot and that made my move a little bit easier. Eventually I made many great friends and I guess I thought Yankton wasn’t too bad. It’s still not as good as Yuma would have been though.  So maybe things are ok with the way they turned out.