Maggie

When Mom and Dad first told me back in April that we would be moving to Denver in June, I was both excited and nervous. Ever since I was two years old, I have considered Colorado as my second home. This is because the three of us have spent every summer there for as long as I can remember. However, I have never considered the thought that my family and I might actually live there someday. On a different note, starting over at a new school and church terrified me somewhat. Would I fit in with my new youth group and peers at school? Would I make new friends? Would my best friends from back home, Lisa and Sarah, and I still keep in touch? I truly hope so. Would I be bullied just like I had been in the past? Goodness, I hoped not. That was the last thing that I needed. As soon as I had arrived, however, I learned that I had worried for nothing.