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Personal Narrative: My Family During The Cold War

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In the cold winter of 2015 January 6 I turned 10. My family had a very cool war. Then we went to a special place. My dad loved the foam pit. Trying to win the war. I am hiding in the wood when I was… shot by Vaughn. I was out of the awesome paintball war. Then my uncle light up Vaughn. The next round begun. Then we remembered flames. We were getting dressed and went to flames. We all went to go register. Then we ran to the foam pit. Then i did a back flip into the foam pit. Then my dad did a front flip in the the foam pit! When my dad did a front flip in the foam pit he… he was stuck. Then i tried to help him but he poled me in. Then Vaughn helped me then i was free. Then Vaughn

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