Personal Narrative: When I Walk Down The Street

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I’m walking down the street, and it’s eleven o'clock at night. And, while i’m walking some kid tried to snatch my purse. So, I did what anyone else would and get my stuff back. I look at the kid and he looked like a mid 14 or 15 year old boy. He looks like he takes care of himself, or like his parents left him. He looks like he knows better, so I put him in a half-nelson. That ought to put him in check. Then after I took care of the things I needed to take care of,I dragged him by his ear and took him to my house. As, we are arriving home I take him inside and I tell him to wash his face, because boy did he look so filthy and dirty. After he was done with the task I ask him if he takes care of himself and says most the time no one is home.

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