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Personal Narrative: Cortlandt Manor

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Cortlandt Manor, New York is one of the most important city 's in my life. It is where I was born and raised. It has 4 seasons. All of which I enjoy. The summers are not too hot and the winters are not too cold. The trees are always green and the water is always clean. I have so many memories of playing outside in the snow and getting together with all of the neighborhood kids for a baseball game. Many of those same kids still live in that city today. I am still in contact with some of them. Whenever I go home to visit, I get to see some of them. It always brings back those old memories. There has always been such a tight knit community there. Everyone knows everyone and news travels fast. I do sincerely miss living in such a close community.

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