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Personal Narrative: The Day My Story
May 7th is the day my story begin. Since that day my life has been a roller coaster. I hvae had my up's and my downs.I was born with an kidney problem. Whatthat means in my kidney's percentiles are not fifty percent each. My left kidney works about sixty percent while my right is about forty percent. I had to get surgey when I was younger. To this day my doctor and mom has to watch my bathroom productivity to make sure nothing is wrong.During my free time if I am not doing homework or studying I liketo hang out with friends,read,write, and listening to music. I have been blessed with plentiful opportunities in my lifetime. I am a part of many culbs at school some being Mock Trial,and Stage crew. In the future I plan on creating my own tutoring
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