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Personal Narrative: Winter Jam
Let me tell you about when I got to go to Winter Jam. Winter Jam is a concert where several- ten to be exact- Christian bands come together to put on one gigantic performance. I will tell you about the ride there, the time I forget my pills, and how awesome Winter Jam was. I was ecstatic to find out I was able to go last year. So let me start off by telling you about the excruciating ride there.
First my youth group and I got in the old, worn down, party van that would take us to the time of our life. I felt the comforting air conditioner on my face. I heard the rusted engine growl to a start. I smelled the saltiness of the chip bags opening, and the fruitiness of gum being chomped. That’s when I finally knew that our journey had begun. We

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