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Personal Narrative: My Guittar With My Family
When I was a little child, I used to play guittar with my daddy all the weekends , and swim at the sea with no sister, also I used to be kind to my sister ....
I used to climb a tree when I was only 7 years old it was incredible!!! I had so much fun ande feel so happy ..
I used to go to elementary school and I never forgot the rules of the class I was very intelligent ..
Also , when I was a little girl I used to be in bed at 8 o' clock, now I go to bed late at 12 pm , that's sucks ... as a child I used to drink chocolate milk every day and whatever I want , now I count the calories of every thing !!!
Also , I used to what tv all day or play in the garden with my sister , I used to play my barbies all the time , o loved them !!!
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