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Personal Narrative: If I Walk Up My Home

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I could feel my legs start to wobble but I didn’t dare to let myself fall off my new scooter again. As I feel the wind pick up and myself start to get faster and faster as I go down my steep driveway I catch myself and continue onto the street. Using the speed I just gained I zip around the circle at the end of our street and start to walk up our driveway again. “Dad did you see that” I said. “Sure did, seems like your getting better and better every time.” As I walk up my driveway I start bragging to my little brother. “Hey Payson how much you wanna bet you can’t do that.” “Shut up Ryan your two years older than me I bet when I’m your age I will be able to do it.” he said angrily. “In your dreams toddler.” I finally reached the top of

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