Just curious...and because i'm bored. 
From the time of my birth to 5 years old, we were living in a crappy trailer home community in Liverpool, NY. Now, you would think that being in a economically rich city like that could give us better housing, but nope. This trailer caused me nothing but misery. Leaking ceilings, a lot of bugs, unequal temperatures. Ugh. I hated it.
1st time we moved was when I was still 5. When my dad split from my biological mother and took me and my other siblings, we moved into an apartment in Baldwinsville, NY. I really did like this apartment because it was roomy, and I had so many memories of the place. In fact, I painted my wall with all sorts of Nintendo wallpaper and my 2 brother's shared bedroom had written graffiti all over the place. It turned out pretty nice. Plus, the apartment came with a pool/skeeball/air hockey/poker/ping pong table, so that was really something.
I probably only lived there for the next 3 years. When I was 8, my dad finally encouraged my future step-mom to let us move in with her and her daughter, which was a lovely house. Still in Baldwinsville, but we moved into the "high-class" section which means no more drug dealers behind our house.
At 10, we moved yet again, this time on the outskirts of Baldwinsville. This was the best house ever. It had a home theatre, a pool, a trampoline, a work-out room, and a game room.
At 13, my step-mom died. Long story short, her family screwed my family over big time, and we had to move out of our old house when I was 15.
We then come to the present-day, now living in Camden, NY for 2 years now.
So, in summary, I moved 4 times my lifetime.
From the time of my birth to 5 years old, we were living in a crappy trailer home community in Liverpool, NY. Now, you would think that being in a economically rich city like that could give us better housing, but nope. This trailer caused me nothing but misery. Leaking ceilings, a lot of bugs, unequal temperatures. Ugh. I hated it.
1st time we moved was when I was still 5. When my dad split from my biological mother and took me and my other siblings, we moved into an apartment in Baldwinsville, NY. I really did like this apartment because it was roomy, and I had so many memories of the place. In fact, I painted my wall with all sorts of Nintendo wallpaper and my 2 brother's shared bedroom had written graffiti all over the place. It turned out pretty nice.
Plus, the apartment came with a pool/skeeball/air hockey/poker/ping pong table, so that was really something. I probably only lived there for the next 3 years. When I was 8, my dad finally encouraged my future step-mom to let us move in with her and her daughter, which was a lovely house. Still in Baldwinsville, but we moved into the "high-class" section which means no more drug dealers behind our house.
At 10, we moved yet again, this time on the outskirts of Baldwinsville. This was the best house ever. It had a home theatre, a pool, a trampoline, a work-out room, and a game room.
At 13, my step-mom died. Long story short, her family screwed my family over big time, and we had to move out of our old house when I was 15.
We then come to the present-day, now living in Camden, NY for 2 years now.
So, in summary, I moved 4 times my lifetime.
