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Personal Narrative: My Backyard Playing Hockey
It was a crisp spring day the birds were chirping and the bugs were buzzing and my brother and I, at the age of 10, were playing around in the backyard of our house. All we were doing was just playing around in the backyard having a fun time being normal children as always. Then I came up with this perfect idea to play hockey because since we all love hockey. So we wouldn't work garage I got a plastic baseball bat and my brother got a wooden baseball bat plus a whiffle ball.
We were just playing around, having a fun time in the backyard playing hockey till my brother swings the bat and it hits me right in my right eyebrow and I fell down onto the ground with my ears ringing. Then I felt myself laying on the ground after a few moments to see
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