Personal Narrative: My Race

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Have you ever broke your arm? It was just me, my family, and my friends. I was with my friend Colby. We were by my friends house. It was winter and there was a lot of snow on the ground. It was very sunny about 50 degrees outside. We were riding snowmobiles. I was in about second grade.

We were having a fun day. I decided me and Colby should race. I asked him and he said it would be fun. So we hopped on our snowmobiles and took off. We got to the spot where we were going to race. It was a big empty field. There was about one foot of snow. The field was very long, about half a mile long. There was a hill at the side of the field.

We started the race at the small side of the field. We took off and got about one hundred feet. Right there

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