Personal Narrative: My Life In Newark, Ohio

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I was born on October 10, 2002 in Newark, Ohio. In 2007 I started school here at Licking Valley and started playing sports as soon as possible. I started out playing baseball and football but now I play lacrosse instead of baseball. A few years later in 2010 my mom got married to my step dad in North Carolina. Shortly after we bought a vacation home in Texas from one of our friends that lives down there. About a year later my grandparents moved in our vacation home and bought a new trailer because the first house was very old.
In the summer of 2012 I stayed the whole summer in Texas with my grandparents and we went to the Gulf of Mexico and Louisiana. In Louisiana we went to an alligator park and I got to zipline over the whole thing. 2013 I stayed all summer and we went back to the Gulf but we also
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In later winter lacrosse started again and this year went about the same as last other than we did better on how many points total we lost by. In the state tournament we came in 7th for division 5 and won our very last game 14 to 0. A few months later I went to Texas after school and lacrosse ended. We had fireworks like in Texas like we always do but this time we had more misfire than we had ever had. The worst one was one that had 20 shots and it flipped over and shot my grandparent’s house, my mom’s car, and almost hit me. A few days later my brother and two of his friends came down too but thankfully no fireworks misfired while they were there. We all went swimming on the lake and tubing almost every day and we got to go to a restaurant right on the bayou. We stayed for ten days and then left back home while my brother and his friends stayed for a week without us because they were only down there for three days with us. When I got back home I unpacked somethings but left most of it in my suitcase because I was leaving again in just a few days to go to the Wooster college lacrosse

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