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Personal Narrative: I Grow Up In High School
I grew up in a school district composed of small farming communities. When I was younger, I didn’t enjoy living in a small town. I dreamed of living in a large city filled with many attractions, big malls, and fancy restaurants. However, my perspective changed in high school, especially after earning my driver’s license. I spent more times with my friends. In addition, I went to more sporting events, and I participated in school activities and organizations. I got a job. Most importantly, I understood that I only have authority over what I’m able to control. I learned how to appreciate the small commodities in life. It’s satisfying saying hello and good morning in the halls, doing the little finger wave as you drive by someone, and enjoying

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