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Personal Narrative-H Is For Hammock
H is for Hammock "Your father and I are leaving to go shopping in Wichita. Please stay out of trouble, and don't make a mess." Said my mom on her way out the door. I heard the car start, as it pulled out of the driveway and out of site. Normally when my parents go shopping and don't take my sisters and I with them, that means they are buying things for us. I couldn't wait for them to get home, and see what they got us.

Hours past and the sound of the garage door opened. I flipped off the tv and ran to greet them at the door. They walked in with bags and boxes of all sorts. Finally, when I thought they had to be done, my dad walked in with a huge cardboard box in his arms.

"What is that?" I asked, eager to know. My dad just smiled, and
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