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Personal Narrative: My First Tractor
My First Tractor
It was a warm summer evening my Dad and I were looking though the Farm Paper for my first tractor. We found one that looked good and the price wasn’t that bad, it was a International 856.It cost $ 6,325 that wasn’t to bad for a used tractor. The next day it was raining and my Dad called the people to ask when we could come see it. So that Friday evening we drove there to see the tractor it was in Russiaville, IN it took about an hour and 45 minutes to get there. We arrived there around 6:00 p.m. It was a small little farm house with a big barn outback next to a big pond. We walked up to the house and the lady came out and told us to follow her to the barn.
We walked into the barn and there it was my first tractor, when
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