Personal Narrative: My First Gingerbread Home

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“Crunch,”I stood there in shock. I was so excited for my fourth grade Christmas party and it was finally here. My mom was there and the party mom had my activity on my desk. It was a Gingerbread house and I was so excited. She said to start with the walls and then the roof and so on.My mom helped me with the walls but then said I had to do the roof by myself and I had no idea what to do since it was my first Gingerbread house I had ever attempted to make in my life. It took me over 10 minutes to put on that roof and I was determined to make my Gingerbread house perfect. I piped the icing perfectly and made the shingles look exquisite. I decorated and perfected that gingerbread house and then my teacher said the party was over and my mom checked

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