Just a couple of months
, after moving to America, my parents decided to put me into school in the second grade.
At the age when most children should
be express
ing their thoughts freely, I had a tough time trying to answer simple questions such as "How are you?" or "What is your favorite hobby?"
Being a fraid that I had misunderstood the actual meaning, I would stare at them in bewilderment.
Although elementary school was supposed to be an imperative portion of childhood memories, loneliness and vexation took over the long hours of school.
Complete the idea. It lacks a subject.
With confidence, I started to feel more
at ease at school and had a few close friends that I felt comfortable around.