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Personal Narrative: My Journey To Barnesville Potato Days

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For the past eight-years, once a year, my family drives 200 miles north form Blaine to Barnesville. We make that once a year journey to go to Barnesville Potato Days. During Potato Days we go to many fun-filled and enjoyable events. Some of these events include a potato sack fashion show, a strongman competition (where you lift bags of Potatos), as well as a bunch of bouncy houses. Although my favorit epart of driving up north is not Potato Days itself but experiencing whith my extended family (I see them only about six times a year). My family only stays in Barneville for a few days, but fun-filled days they are.

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