The Untold Truths

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I can't give you a date or a time or even a year in which my life had truly started to fall apart. It just sorta happened. Now I can date some of this back a good ways in my life, but lets start before the disaster started. Life back when I was a kid. My parents are foreigners from an ex U.S.S.R. country, it's rather small and unheard of, its name : "Azerbaijan". Both my brother and I are american citizens since we were born in California. We were born in San Diego. Before my older brother was even 3 we moved out and into a house in San Jose, California. It was a nice house, or so I'm told. I can't for the life of me remember what it looked like. I have on and off memory's of what it looks like, but nothing concrete. Growing up in California I went to a rather large Elementary school to begin my Pre-K year. Now most of you are probably thinking at this point "just get on with the story who cares about this". I just feel like a little background before the chaos sounds nice. proceeding in pre-K, I hadn't had many friends, and I wasn't social at the time. I didn't really like my teachers, because they always persisted I do work, which even at that point, I never enjoyed (somethings never change I guess). After a little while, I started making friends, three major ones are Katherine, Elizabeth, and Grant. These three were my closest friends at the time. Our parents knew each other as well. We hung every day after school at the playgrounds for as long as we could at that point nothing really meant much. We proceed to remain as friends in the Kindergarten. After that year things changed, I moved to Texas because my dad had more work opportunities there. After that move i never saw them again, and to this day i remember the fun it was to hang with them. I always wondered how different my life would have been if we had stayed there.....