Personal Narrative: The Trashcan

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Oh what a time to be alive! Since my birth in aisle 12 at the Newington, NH Home Depot, I have loyally served my host family the Neilsons. Although life is not always pleasant I make due with the annual bath. I keep all of my family’s secrets. I know what even they don't know. I know what the old one eats as well as what the younger one doesn’t. The all revealing place for this family is not in there mouths but it resides in me The Trashcan. Born in 2002, I am rather old for a trashcan. The average life span of a trashcan being ten years. It is a miracle I have made it this long and I am still feeling good at my ripe old age of thirteen. When I was a greenhorn at residential rubbish servicing, I took in more trash than you would ever know.

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