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Personal Narrative-Hi, I M Alex Venable
Hi, I’m Alex Venable. One thing that I fear are alligators or crocodiles. When I was little I always enjoyed watching this TV show that had two guys that would feed and wrestle alligators. One night the show wasn’t on so we did some research and found out why it wasn’t on. One of the guys had an accident and lost one of his hands. Following this event, they ended up shutting the show down because he was going to be unable to return and his co-host decided to quit the show also. This then caused me to have an irrational fear for alligators. My dad is the reason why I love cars. He has taught me everything I know and continues to introduce me to new things and experiences. We enjoy spending time together by doing at home work projects such as

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