When I was in the sixth grade, the river broke the dyke and we were forced to move and leave that familiar place. When I grew up, my childhood friends met again and became strange and my childhood was gone.
When I was in sixth grade, the river broke the levee, and we were forced to move away from that familiar place, and when I grew up, my childhood friends met again and became rusty
When I was in sixth grade, the river broke down the dam, and we were forced to move out of the familiar place. When we grew up, our childhood friends met again and became unfamiliar, and our childhood never came back<br>