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Personal Narrative: Midenah I

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When I was a boy, growing up in a small city called Midenah I, it was one of the best memory I have ever had, Midenah is located in the west of the kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I was a reckless kid, I used to climb the tree when I was at 7 and then I couldn’t come down I was fearless my mom sometime won’t let go out to play with the kids because I wasn’t listening to a word she said. I admitted I was a stubborn kid difficult to deal with. The first time I was traveling overseas I was alone and I barely speak English at that time, I got frustrated because I couldn’t communicate with the other, however I was patient and I got more emphasized to learn English in the school so I can be able to communicate. It was difficult at the beginning, but the

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