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Personal Narrative: The Day I Braided My Hair
Ever since I was a baby my mum always either braided my hair or put it in a ponytail. At the age of 7 my parents started me in swimming classes. I always wore a swim cap but the water still got under my cap. If my hair wasn't braided my mum would have to shampoo and deep condition my hair when we got home. In 6th grade my mum relaxed my hair and soon regretted it. Since I am very athletic my hair was even harder to upkeep than before, so I decided to stop relaxing it and grow my hair out, causing it to break off. In 7th grade I was able to take part in school sports. I participated in track and field, wrestling, and soccer, whilst still swimming in the summer. Sweat, dirt, rain, heat, humidity and the list goes on. I was constantly worried
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