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Personal Narrative: My Trumpet
My trumpet has given me a lot of memories that it was my source to remember last school year. Although this isn’t the same one, this trumpet has reminded me of the trumpet I have last year. Last year was what I consider my second best year, as 6th grade was my best year of all time. I first joined band last year because I wanted to try out new things and my mother suggests me to take lessons In my first war, I felt like I was in war with my trumpet. I did get an A+ in Band, but the only problem was that my trumpet wasn’t in a perfect but not in a terrible condition. In rehearsal, during the last twenty minutes of lunch, I usually end up not playing because I was new to band. I couldn’t even play from C to G back then. In my first

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