Personal Narrative: The Week Of Thanksgiving
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It was the week of Thanksgiving in the year of 2010. My mom and brothers and I were home. The place I used to live in wasn't actually meant to be a home, it was meant to be a master bedroom. Just that the landlords decided to convert that into an actual house. As a result of it being an undersized house, my parents had always told me to never play inside or otherwise I would get harmed. In this case, I did.
My mom was cooking and my brothers and I had just woken up from a nap. Since I had just woken up, I had an abundance of energy just waiting to get out. However, it being the month of November it was chilly, so I couldn't play outside or I'd get sick. Instead of playing outside I had decided to play inside by twirling around in circles