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Personal Narrative: The Rio Frio On

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I felt a grumble in my stomach, and then in a split second my Frosted Flakes flew out of my mouth like a tsunami. This is what it was like for me throughout my flight down to Belize, and even two days into the trip. Belize was a breathtaking trip that was very impelling to me. We did numerous activities, like ride horses, and open Coconuts. After recovering from a horrible sickness we started off by climbing down to the Rio Frio On. The Rio Frio On is a river that wandered down numerous waterfalls and finally ventured into a cave. The problem was, that you had to climb down a cliff of rocks that was very steep to get to the river. At first my mom told me that I was fine but about halfway down the treacherous rocks my mom told me it was to

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