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Personal Narrative: Our Way To The Morton Arboretum In Lisle, Illinois

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"The wheels on the bus go round and round," my 4th grade class, from Blackberry Creek Elementary, sang on the bus. We were on our way to the Morton Arboretum in Lisle, Illinois. My friends and I were talking about how fun it will be. I was looking forward to enjoying the beautiful weather while studying plants and animals. Carson was thinking it would be boring because he would rather be indoors. Thor, on the other hand, was thinking it would be an exciting adventure. "Why do they have to be so annoying," Thor groaned to me. "I don't know, but they sure are bothersome," I responded. I can't wait until we get to the Arboretum. My friends and I were a minute away from the Arboretum and I was so excited. Our class got there

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