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Personal Narrative: Sebago Lake

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My favorite places all have one thing in common, time seems to slow down when I’m there. One such place is Sebago Lake, specifically, during sunrise. Every year my family visits Sebago one week during summer, and on the second day, my dad and I wake early to put our boat in the water. On that morning I have to get dressed in the dark. I pad downstairs, grab a box of cereal, and hustle out to the truck where my dad waits, the boat trailer hooked to the back. It’s too early to talk, so we sit quietly as we drive down to the rickety old boat ramp. He pulls into the lot, I hop out, and walk over to the boat, tossing the buoys over the side for protection. I walk to the beginning of the dock to help direct the trailer onto the ramp. My dad backs

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