Personal Narrative On My 4th Of July

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“ It will be celebrated… with pomp and parade… bonfires and illuminations from one end of this continent to the other,” once said the famous John Adams. Most people could probably tell what John Adams is talking about, the great 4th of July. Most years before this year I would stay at my house and shoot off fireworks with my family and a few of my friends. This year my friends and I decided to go to other parts of our neighborhood. We were going through peoples back yards and past their driveways and then into an area by a small creek. I thought this would be the best 4th of July ever, but I was wrong. Cody, John, Tim and I came across a creek while going to watch another neighborhood shoot off their fireworks.
“Should we cross here,” John suggested. There was a small creek behind this row of houses and we
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I stepped on the rock and got the back of my foot wet in the chilling stream of water.
“Come on Cody,” I said as I pulled him up over the ledge and then made my way up the creek bank. As I got up the bank I could smell the disgusting fume of recently blown up fireworks. We were behind another row of houses, but we could see the street where people were shooting fireworks off from. We had made it. We didn’t think that the people that lived in the house closest to the creek would even see us go across their yard. There were lights on in his house, but we figured they were all outside shooting fireworks off.
“Well,” I said, “ should we go and see who is shooting fireworks?”Tim, Cody and John were all across and were started to walk towards the street. We heard the eerie creaking of a screen door opening and we looked right at the house in front of us. A big, scary man walked out of the house and looked right in our direction. “Hey what are you doing over there,” the big man said. Tim and John were closer to the creek by now and Cody looked extremely frightened by the big man talking to
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