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Personal Narrative: Growing Up In The Open World
I Grew up in a nice neighborhood in Detroit. I was raised by my mother in a single family home. My mom and my dad split when I was 10 years old. As a young kid, I was involved in sports at a young age. I played basketball, Football, and baseball. I love technology and filming by the age of 14, I started to go to certain programs that help me get into the computer programming business. I also loved movies and I always wanted to produce a movie and work behind the camera. At the age of 17, I started my Youtube channel hoping that one day it will grow to be popular.

It's my last year of high school, it has been four years of high school of learning about the open world. It is time for me to go to college and make something outta myself. I have

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