Moving Day

Hi. My name is Frank. I am 5 years old. I didn't always live in #5, Car Colony. That was when I was at the age of 5 and 1/2, 6, 6 and 1/2, and 6 and 3/4. We used to live in in a tunnel entrance leading to a deep, warm and cozy cave in Car Country. It was very, very comfortable in the cave. One evening while we were eating dinner, Dad said: ''We are moving to #5 Car Colony in Car Island.'' I choked. "What did you just say?! I said in a raspy, choking voice. "We are moving to #5 Car Colony." said Dad. "Someone just called us this afternoon and said they were moving to this cave and wants us to move to their house. They live in #5 Car Colony." Now I had known what Dad meant. The next day was the big day to pack up. We packed from morning to afternoon and had packed half of the stuff in the house. Dad said Sunday was the Friday was the extremely special day because it was the day of moving. On Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday we packed up half of the stuff in our house just like Monday. It was summer vacation for graduating to kindergarten and leaving preschool left behind. On Friday, all the boxes were loaded into the moving van. We all went in the car, and followed the moving van, which was going smooth and steady, like the way the car was going. We had a happy life at the new house.
I met a friend my age next door and we became friends for the rest of of their lives.