Non-Existent
I had just gotten back from living in Italy with my dad for a year, my 4th grade year to be exact. I was used to the spring smell and dewy grass along the hilly countryside. I arrived back to my real home, Fort Worth, Texas, two weeks before I would start 5th grade.
During this stage of my life I wasn't like other 11 year olds. I was tall and lanky, taller than most people my age. My teeth were crooked waiting to be tied up in braces, and I was very clumsy because of my height. I also had the dorkiest glasses known to mankind, or at least that's what I thought. I was very insecure with my towering height of five foot five inches because everyone was usually shorter than me. Those years are what I like to call my "Ugly Duckling" years.
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