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Personal Narrative: The Monkey Bars
The Monkey Bars I was in the second grade when all of this had happen. It was a bright sunny day in afternoon recess. Gunner decided he was going to be mean that day...he just chose the wrong girl, which happened to be my best friends, Rylie Knox. Gunner started to pick on her, which I did NOT like at all, it made me angry. When this was happening, Rylie and Gunner were on the ground and I was on the monkey bars. I was thinking if I should do the thing I’m about to do, then the next thing I knew. I was on Gunner, realizing that I just jumped on him and hearing him yell to get off of him. I didn’t necessarily feel bad about what I did, I was actually proud of myself that I had the courage to do such a thing. The one thing that it taught me
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