¡§Oh man, why does this traffic jam happen everyday?¡ The person sits in front of me said distressingly.
             ¡§I know, I think we¡re going to be late again.¡ The person replied with the same tone.
             The traffic jams may be a nightmare to them, but for me, this is the finest moment of the day. This is because I am now sitting beside my old house. This house gives me many unforgettable memories. Every time when I pass by, I always uncontrollably think back on the day when I was moving out of the house.
             It was the winter from last year. I was the first person to wake up, even earlier than my mum, who is usually the first person to get up. I walked down to the kitchen, and I looked at the surroundings outside the windows. The snow was falling from the sky, it seemed like it was extremely anxious to cover my entire driveway. There wasn¡t anyone on the street. The maple tree did not have any leaf left. The swallows had left their nest; they had gone to the far south. Even the active squirrels had hidden inside their cavities. I knew these people, swallows, and squirrels weren¡t acted willingly. They had been force to leave by the winter. The expressionless me sat there for a little while. It seemed like my life and hope had been destroyed from that point. I knew my destiny would not be very different from the swallows and the squirrels. It¡s because I had to move. I had to move away from my precious childhood, and to move away from the place that I favored.
             At that time, my mum had wakened up.
             ¡§What¡s wrong, Henry? Are you all right? How come you woke up this early?¡
             ¡§Oh, nothing, nothing is wrong, mum.¡ Of course I was lying, I didn¡t feel well, because I didn¡t want to move.
             ¡§If you are all right, then go pack up your own stuff. I¡ve called the truck to come here at twelve o¡clock. I don¡t want you to leave behind anything that you want.¡
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