Personal Narrative

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The time was exactly 6:03 pm on a Wednesday and the kickboxing tournament that featured a family friend’s son, a teenager that had been in MMA since he was 5, was starting in under an hour. Already mentally and physically drained from working a full day at the office, I started to consider not even attending. I mentioned this to my sister as she sat next to me feeding her daughter, Maliah, my beloved blue-eyed, big-hearted, nine month old niece some tasty mashed carrots. We had both been invited, but were both so tired. She, too, was debating on whether or not she should go and made me roll my eyes when she started to list off excuses we could give our friend for not showing up. Then she said something that sort of caught me off guard - "You…show more content…
After what seemed like less than 20 minutes from our house in Sacramento, we reached the destination set on our GPS navigator. My sister slowed the car down on the rough, empty road and we both cranked our necks to look up at the dark, poorly lit building. The only buildings around it were a tow yard and possibly a junk yard. It was hard to tell. It looked empty and definitely unlike anything any event would take place in. My sister and I glanced at each other at the same time with an expression that obviously read "is this it?" We followed the dim lit road around the building and before we even turned the corner, we knew we were in the right place. A flood of light peered from behind the building and the faint sound of music I could easily be caught dancing to grew louder and louder. We made a quick left turn, and there it was, a brightly lit parking lot about half the size of a football field completely packed with cars and people. Young fighters, of all different ethnicities and backgrounds, were scattered throughout the parking lot, which was about 2 times bigger than the building itself. The place was completely crowded with young girls, boys, and their families making their way towards the building. Slowly, we drove our car through crowds of young people and I rolled down my windows. The air was crisp and cool, the music was loud and the bass was pounding. I had been tired before, but when I rolled down the windows, I felt wide awake and excited to be there. Groups of kids and their parents could be heard chattering and laughing. I could hear bits and pieces of conversations between kids and parents about proper technique, form, and safety precautions. I couldn’t help but smile at all the adorable children running around- practicing and playing. Parents seemed to be having just as much fun as their kids! In the distance, I could see a father pretending to lose a boxing match with his toddler which made both my sister and I
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