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Personal Narrative: Dealing With Money In Middle School
All through middle school I struggled dealing with money. Money was a major setback from everything I wanted to do. I was a two time athlete and a full time student. Softball was my all time favorite. I was able to join travel teams but could not due to money. The money issues definitely started to get to me more and more as I watched opportunities pass by. Some days I would consider giving up my goals and giving up the things I loved. Witnessing my parents struggle was hard on me and my siblings. It is not a good feeling because I was so young and so helpless, I was not old enough to have a job to help out. The desire to give up began to get higher and higher. Then, one day I had a talk my aunt and she told me all the great characteristics

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