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Personal Narrative: How Babyhood Changed My Family
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The day I was born changed my family’s life forever. I was born on February second 1999 in Onawa, IA at 2:42 P.M. The hospital I was born at is Burgess Memorial Hospital. I was a big baby weighing in at a healthy weight of nine pounds and 21 inches long. I ended up looking like my mom with brown eyes and long, curly hair. They had to induce labor because my mom’s blood pressure was too high, she was in labor for about six hours. I was named after my Grandma Elizabeth on my dad’s side of the family and my middle names came from my Grandma Louise on my mom’s side, and my mom’s middle name Lynn. To my mom I was a blessing and she loved me relentlessly when I was born.

I was a very curious child and I had a lot of fun things to do and
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One of the stories about me is when I was little I liked to get into my mom’s cupboards. I would sneak into the kitchen and open the cupboards, and then I would take all of the pots and pans out. I also beat them together making loud noises that gave my mom migraines. My sister treated me like I was a baby doll. She would always want to hold me or feed me, the only thing she didn’t want to do was to change my diapers. There were a number of times when I was about two she would tease me by taking the one toy that I was playing with and throwing it across the room. Before I had a chance to get to it again she would grab it and throw it to the other side of the room. Often times, when my dad was home from work he would take a blanket and throw it over me and play peekaboo with me. Once when my mom put into my crib to take a nap and she left to take a nap herself, as soon as she laid down I was back in her room and laid down by her and fell asleep. I was crazy,and strong-headed, also I was quite annoying.

The day I entered the world changed my families life forever. My mom and dad raised me well, to be stubborn, strong-hearted, and crafty. I collect books, I am currently writing books, and I love to read. I have many friends, and loads of family to share my love with. Also my parents have inspired me to be kind to others and strive to what I think is right and to be myself. Growing up was the best time of my life and I wish that I had the chance to relive

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