Personal Narrative Analysis

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I could relate to with this word because there was a time where I felt I was going through it and experiencing a sympathetic division. It was Sunday in the afternoon and my little brother, who at the time is ten years old, was having his soccer game take place. Crowds around the field were very tense because of the two teams being big rivals. As well as the crowds be tensed up so were the players with each other. While the game went by there were many times in which the players were having conflicts with each other, causing the anger around everyone to increase. Half time had just passed and they were about twenty minutes away from the game to end, when my brother and his opponent went head to head. Not only were they pushing each other around,

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