Personal Narrative: My Life As A Baby

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If there was a moment of my life that deserved reliving, I would relieve my babyhood. The time when I could barely speak or walk was awesome in my point of view. I didn’t have to go to school, but daycare is an exception. Back then, daycare was actually fun and we didn’t have to take naps. Every once and while, I would get into trouble, but that’s normal for a baby, right? If you were baby, you didn’t hav eot do much besides sleep and use the bathroom in your diaper. Everything was done for you because everyone knows that you don’t know how to do much of anything.
Therefore, being a baby was always fun. I didn’t have a care in the world. Back then, in 2006, I’d waddle around the house while my afro would sway back and forth. Most of the time,

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