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Personal Narrative: Bailee Grace Gunnell
Bailee Grace Gunnell- If you were to ask me if I would ever change my name if I had the chance, I would say no. My name defines me, even if some annoying little kid tells me that I am a girl who has a boy name. I still wouldn't trade it for another one. Even if my name doesn't have the most interesting meanings. Bailee means public servant, Grace means Grace of God and Gunnell the descendant of Gunnilla.
Speaking about myself, i’d like to tell you a little more about me. I don't have many hobbies or interests because I don't have much free time with sports and homework. But one of my hobbies are photography, event though I don't think i'm that good some of my friends tell me that I am so I just go along with it and it it nice to see people
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Well I went for a weekend she stayed a whole week. But I had a really fun experience because it was my first time tubing and my first time being in an actual boat and not a cruise boat. When me and my friend were tubing we would sing songs the whole time and argue about leg room on the tube and eventually push each other off because of the silly arguments. We stayed w1ith her family friends and they made amazing food everyday and they were all so nice. Almost every day me and Lynne would walk up to the store and get a loaf of bread and a coke or ice cream or whatever sounded good at the time and go to the end of the dock and feed the ducks. We named all of them but only remembered this all black duck with a white beak and we named him Castiel after her favorite character in Supernatural. Then we would just start naming the ducks, fish and other animals that we saw after people from our favorite shows. Like I was naming ducks after people in orange is the new black and american horror story. I had a really fun time but there were also some scary times too, we saw a rope swing and one of the family friends were on it and jumped off and his foot became stuck in the hole in the bottom and couldn't get off for a while. Then the next day his friend fell while getting off the boat and their tube came loose. But even with the downfalls in the trip, I still had a fun time with my best friend and it has …show more content…
My first thought goes to my loving father. He helped me through thick and thin. He has always been there for me. I will always go to him for help. He has helped me through frears, for example when I was scared of the dark. We have been on fishing trips, vacations, everything. He has taught me so much when it comes to school and even sports. He has coached me in softball, basketball,volleyball and soccer. So yea, when I think of someone who has influenced me greatly. My first thought will always be to my father. If you gave me the decision to travel to the future, or go back in time I would pick to travel to the future. You may ask why but I would like to know if I become successful, will I be happy? There are so many questions that I could ask myself. I want to know what I will look like. I want to know if I will ever be able to become a vet or play any college and high school sports. Will I make it into the college I want? There is so much that I would like to know about my future. I could meet future me and be friends with myself because we both know each other so well. So yea if you ask me would you like to go back in time or to the future I would most definitely say I would love to go to the

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