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Personal Narrative: The Beat Up Trailer Home
The day finally came that we were moving into our new house. The beat up trailer home that occupied my time as a little baby was finally becoming a distant memory as we headed into a new journey in our lives as a family. The idea of a new house excited me to the point where the seatbelt could not contain the six year old boy. Who knew the fantastic times waiting behind that door that stood at the end of the long drive way. Capturing the essence of comfort, security, and freedom this new house offered many areas for great memories to be
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