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Personal Narrative: Your Perspective

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Your Perspective
Your perspective makes everyone who they are today, so here is some more information about mine. Growing up with two Christian parents usually will affect people in two ways, either you will become a Christian or you will hate it. From the perspective of a boy that grew up with two Christian parents. As a young boy, all the way up to my teens, my life was simple and traditional. Having Christian parents did not leave an immense impact on my life then, all I knew was Christianity. I went to church every Sunday and youth group every Wednesday. My parents always taught me to be the best I could and to strive to do tremendous things in the eyes of the Lord. They also never took no for an answer so if they told me to do

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