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Personal Narrative: Call Me Raquel

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Call me Raquel. Call me Rochelle. Call me whatever you want. The many names that I respond to do not sway my personality. I am the daughter of two hard working, conservative parents. At my home in tiny, rural Warrenton, play came only after all my chores had been completed. Constantly unloading and stacking the endless piles of firewood wasn’t all that enjoyable, yet at every complaint I made, my dad proposed a convincing reason that we’d need the bundle. I endured the yardwork by imagining I was a lost princess, or a hero saving the world. Imagination and adventure were my buddies growing up, and I will proudly carry them to my grave. I adore the simple moments, such as watching Indiana University basketball with my mom, who was usually too

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