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Personal Narrative: Switching Places

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Switching Places One day everything was normal, but when I woke up it was completely different. This is because one night I saw a shooting star and wished what every kid would wish for, being out of school. That same night my dad wished to be back in school. That is why I am writing this story. The next day I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and went to the bathroom, got dressed and it didn’t occur to me that I was someone else. I got in the truck and turned it on. I couldn’t tell the brake from the gas pedal. I didn’t know how to turn the steering wheel and definitely didn’t know how to how to drive at all. One hour later at 6:30, my dad got up and it didn’t occur to him either. He went to the bathroom got dressed, brushed his teeth, and got on the

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