My bedroom seemed bare without the horse pictures. Small holes from the thumbtacks zigzagged up and down the walls. Tio Paulo would have a fit when he saw them.
Never mind Tio Paulo. I tucked the pictures carefully into my backpack. "You're going straight to America with me," I told them.

I met the Queen of the Foxes in 1972, when my family moved from Connecticut to California.These beginning are not terribly exciting, but I'm curious enough to keep reading. I shared summaries about these books when I got them last week from the library. Having gotten through Banned Books Week, I'm now ready to read them.
I was twelve years old. I had just graduated from sixth grade, and I didn't want to move. But my father got a new job in San Francisco. My mom said California was a great place to live. Nobody asked my brother or me what we thought about the move. So that was that: the movers came and packed up all our stuff, we drove across the country, and there I was, in a new place where I didn't know anyone.

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Both of these sound good to me and there's a theme: movement! I hope you enjoy your weekend
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