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Personal Narrative: Dodgeball
I couldn’t believe what had happened to it, I was so mad. It was one of my favorite toys of all time and to see it in its condition made me sad. My dad used to be a P.E. teacher. One day he brought a bunch of his sports equipment home in a big blue bag. My sisters and I loved it when he brought his sports equipment home because we would always play with the tennis rackets, footballs, and everything else inside of the bag. There was a really nice red ball in the bag. It looked like a medium sized dodgeball, but it was a lot softer than a dodgeball. The ball was big with rough diamond shaped patterns all across it. It felt smooth and it bounced up and down very easily. I asked my dad if I could play with the ball and he said yes. I would

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