A Special Memory
I moved to U.A.E. (Dubai) when I was ten years old and in fifth grade. Moving to Dubai taught me lot of things and it also took away some of my fun. There were two languages that I would really need to know in order to live and get an education there. United Arab Emirates (U.A.E.) has 11 states and states there are like cities in the United States. When I moved there, I didn’t have any friends, and it was really hard to make friends while not knowing their language.
The two important languages I needed to know were English and Arabic in order to remain in the same grade as I was in India. So my dad and I went to the school and met the principal. He said that he would put me in fifth grade but I would need to take some exams after one month. If I passed the exams, then he would let me stay in fifth grade and if I failed then he would put me back one or two grades. So my dad started my tutoring classes everyday after school from 6 to 8 pm. So my whole day was spent in school. In a month I took my exams and I passed the exams with good scores after that, I was able to write and read English, and I knew some basic Arabic.
Finally, fun started. Every weekend my parents took me to different cities (states). We went to visit some of my dad’s friends and relatives. After that I made some friends. They were really good at riding bikes and doing wheelies. So I also learned how to do wheelies and ride bike like them. One day I was doing wheelies and my steering tore off from the jumper (suspension) and went right into my mouth which broke my jaw I had to get surgery which also affected me in school, and I was out of school for three weeks.
As soon as I returned to school, my parents got into a bike accident; my dad broke his leg and hand. But the hand was in critical condition because his one or two veins were dead. So he got the surgery, but the doctors said if his hand didn’t recover then they would have to...