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Personal Narrative: Plowing With Dad
Plowing With Dad!!!
It was early one morning, far before anybody was awake. The wind was starting to pick up, and it was also snowing with 3-inches already on the ground. That made it worse because it was causing snow drifts. Dad and I got in the very cold truck, (we didn’t wait for it to warm up) and were ready to go. As we were leaving, we plowed the driveway just to be safe, and to make sure my mom could get out later. We went to the shop to get the 4500. Of course the one we were going to take only has 2,000 R.P.M. and that is bad because it doesn’t go over a certain speed limit. So we got in the other 4500 and headed off to Port Huron. We plowed a lot of accounts and threw a lot of salt, just to be safe. We were halfway done
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