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Personal Narrative: My Trip To Israel
It was a once in a lifetime experience.

In 2013 I went to Israel with my family, cousins and some of the people who belong to our Temple to watch my cousin become bat mitzvahed in the middle of a dessert. It was the most wonderful experience that I had ever had and I will never forget about it. I was 11 years old at the time when I went.

Originally I thought this trip would be miserable. On my way to Israel the flight was very long. It was about 8-9 hours. As we were on the plane I thought about how terrible the trip was going to be and how disgusting the food was because I did not like Israeli food. Fortunately, I was wrong and the trip was amazing.

When I was in Israel I got to see a lot of things like the bullet factory where we went
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