Personal Narrative: My Belonging Experience

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It was finally Halloween night and my family and I was going on our annual camping trip. This year, we were going to stay at a haunted campsite. After a long hike to our campsite, we got all of our stuff out and headed out to collect wood for the campfire. I was walking with my sister and as we were walking, I heard a loud scream. I was so scared to the point where I feel pee dripping down my leg. I quickly ran back to the campsite leaving my sister behind. When I got to the campsite, I was alone, it was just me and all of our belonging

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