My Grandfather: Personal Narrative Of My Life

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Seventeen years ago, I was born to two hard-working American parents. My mother moved to California from her home in New York, while my father was born and raised in Napa County. Neither of my parents grew up with large amounts of money. My father grew up the youngest of five children. His home was always busy and he always had human interaction- it was kind of unavoidable. He wasn’t the greatest student, but he did know one thing: experience is key. He preferred to do things with his hands and learn that way. He would always tinker with items and assist his father in building whatever he could. He eventually started working in general construction. He remodeled homes and created proposals with clients. He eventually started a business under

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