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Personal Narrative: L Is For Lake

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L is for Lake

When I was around 4 we went to a lake that we 've been to many times before. I never went swimming in a lake so I was excited. I always watched when they swam. I was a great swimmer when I was little. I remember putting floaties on and getting ready to jump in. It is a private lake that me and my grandpa always go fishing at. When I walked down the dock I was so excited. When I got to the end my grandpa was waiting in the water for me getting ready to catch me, my grandma swimming next him shouted out, “One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go.” Then I jumped to my grandpa. I was really scared. It was one of those I’m-so-scared-I-don’t-want-to-do-this moments. I don’t really remember anything after

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