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Moving: A Memoir

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I was playing outside in the front yard. I was playing with the dandelions, blowing then around the yard. It was a nice day outside. The sun was out, there was a nice cool breeze.
"Jared", my mom yelled.
I put my bunch of dandelions down and ran to the house. I went to the living room.To my surprise, everyone else was there on the couch. I sat down.
"What", mom told me.
That was it. She wasn't joking. I cried. I cried so hard. I didn't want to leave. I had so many friends. I had a good school. I didn't want to leave.

That was three years ago. Since then, my mom has been divorced twice, I have moved nine other times, I've had to leave a lot of friends, I've lost amazing pets that I loved so much, I have been blamed for so many things that I didn't do, I have felt guilt, depression, anger. I've hated myself, I've felt dead inside, empty, worthless, and all the other feelings that hurt.

But since then I have also matured, grown older, made other friends, and realized that all those horrid events are what have made me the person who I am today. Three years ago, I hated that I had to move. It was one of the worst things that has ever happened to me. But now? I still hated moving, but not as much as I did three years ago.

My mom told me that change was good and that I should embrace it. I thought that she was crazy. I told myself that I would never except change. I told myself I would hate it forever. I would never think that change was a good thing in life. I thought that change was the worst thing that could happen to a child. But over time I learned that it's great. I have learned to embrace it like my mom said.

People have been taught that change is bad. They have been taught to never like it. Sometimes it is. But not always. Change it good. Embrace it. Learn that is good. And continue the wonderful life that you have been given.