When I was little, at least 3, I moved to the USA. Well not really me, but me and my mom. My dad already moved here. The only reason we moved here was to gain a better life advantage. And after seeing life in the Philippines last winter, I don't know if we made a good decision. Anyway, the earliest memory I can remember on the plane trip was me eating butter from a McDonald's package. To me at the time, butter was like a Willy Wonka chocolate bar. Any way, for the 2 years of my life before I headed off to school were mainly me and my cousins playing around my house. It was a small house. Not 2 story awesome, though. It did have a can crusher. That was probably the thing I used the most. I crushed the cans and always thought of me as a god of can crushing. In a year of so, I got a Nintendo 64 for Christmas. Too bad my parents and I didn't know how to operate it until I was in 4th grade or 5th. I know, Epic Failure. This was mainly my early life in a new world which I basically call home. As the years pass on I always got new things to think about.
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