The first time my mother told me we were moving to Florida was when I was in third grade in 2005. I asked her "Why are we moving?" She replied "Because I want to start over with you and your little brother." I asked “Why Florida?” She replied, “We have family over there and they can show us around.” My mother let me go to my third grade class for the last time. I was happy and excited to move to a new place where I can meet new friends and have fun with my family. But inside I felt a little sad because I would miss all my friends from elementary school and I wouldn't remember some of their names. My mom made me a t-shirt so everyone I knew at school could write on it. All my friends wrote on my shirt that day. My mother also organized a farewell party, friends and relatives came. Everyone had fun, at least from what I saw. Then the time came when we had to leave. We said "Bye" to everyone we loved and left. We traveled from where we lived, from Pennsylvania to Florida. We hit Georgia and the car broke down. But we solved the problem and went on our way....