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It is strongly recommended that students prepare the answer on their own.
We are a small happy family consisting of three members. Luckily, we shared a common hobby of travelling. We were in the lap of Himalayas, somewhere near Ranikhet in the Garhwal range, when suddenly my parents suggested that I should study in a residential school there. I seemed extremely elated with the fantastic idea. Years later, when I was in Grade 7, my parents started searching for a good boarding school where they could get me admitted for my further studies. I didn't have words that could describe my exact feeling at that point of time. I was very happy as well as equally scared at the very thought of living separately from my family. I knew this very well by then that this would be a final farewell from my home and my family. Further studies, college and now in a job, I have always gone back home on vacations and had a very great time, but I have always been very aware deep inside that I was a boarder and had to leave within a few days. I never knew where the towel was hung, when the milkman came, when my mother sat down to have her evening tea, nothing. I did not even find it necessary to know all these minor details because I knew one thing for sure, I was a guest for merely a week so why to bother!
