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Personal Narrative-Sacrifice?

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4th Grade: The parking lot was plowed. The banks were about 20 feet high, the perfect height for a bunch of fourth grade boys to rough house and perform a few of our favorite WWE moves on our fellow classmates. So that is what we did. It was afternoon recess. About half of us were in Mrs. Belanger’s and the other half was in Mrs. Beacco’s class. Back then we only switched for 2 classes, math and social studies. Mrs. Belanger taught the math and Mrs. Beacco taught the social studies. After afternoon recess came math and social studies. We were all planning on going back behind the hill. There were kids flying through the hair and getting speared. We were also performing WWE type moves on each other like the RKO and the Attitude Adjustement. …show more content…

Don 't worry we made it safe. We had helmets on with a flashlight duct taped to the sled because it was getting pretty dark when we were doing this. We also had someone sitting in the back of the Jeep with the back door open spotting and taking videos of whoever was in the sled. It was kinda like we were tubing with a boat. This was probably just partially illegal. One time when Jake was going back up the hill to pull Ander again, his jeep stalled out and rolled into the bank on the side of the road. It was super funny because Jake was talking about how he had just gotten his jeep fixed a few days before. So we pushed Jake 's car out of the snow. Realized it wouldn 't start again. And let it roll back into the snow. Then let it sit there for a while and it finally turned over and we went back to our fancy form of sledding. Since I had someone take videos of me going on my phone after I got home on Sunday I showed my parents because I thought that it was a very fun time. My dad thought it was dumb. He didn 't really care he just kinda shook his head and chuckled. My mom on the other hand thought it was hilarious and asked when she would get to go. I also put the videos on my Instagram. People thought that was funny and there was a bunch of views. It was a night to be

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