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Personal Narrative Essay

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May 18, 2015

 

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I just wished my brother were there to teach me how to play as he did. My freshman year in high school I joined marching band. Since I didn't play an instrument, I joined the color guard. My parents would come to games to watch me but my father would never glance at me once. He would always be completely focused on the drumline with this look in his eyes...
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My parents would come to games to watch me but my father would never glance at me once. He would always be completely focused on the drumline with this look in his eyes. This look like he had been cheated; he should have a son out there. A son who would stand out there in line with his head held high, looking like some god as he played, stick moving in perfect unison with the rest of the line...
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