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Fifth Grade Autobiography
One of my earliest memories of writing was when I was in fifth grade. It’s a very nice memory because I was one of the best writers in my fifth grade class. I enjoyed writing very much because it let me express myself and my mind could roam freely.
In fifth grade my teacher gave the class a writing assignment. I don’t remember what it was about but I do remember that I was very good at it. He gave us some time to do this and after we were done writing he asked some of us to come up and read what we wrote to the class. I ended up raising my hand, despite of how shy and nervous I was talking in front of my classmates. I

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