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A narrow escape
A narrow escape is something that almost everyone can relate to. Not only have I had luck on my side so did my dad and the other person in the other car. Getting into a car accident is very serious and can be very severe in some cases. Luckily, everyone that was involved in this one turned out to be alright physically but mentally I am still scarred for life. March 18, 2003 I just turned eight years old. I woke up in the morning so excited because who isn’t when you’re a little kid just waiting to open the presents your parents and siblings got you. I got everything I wanted of course because all I ever wanted was baby dolls. After opening up all of my presents I got ready to go to school. Going to school everything was exciting. My teacher threw me a surprise birthday party she must have remembered me telling her that it was my birthday on that day. I just could not wait to get back to my house because all of my friends were coming over. When my friends and I got to my house there was a princess theme decorated all around my house of course, because I am the princess. We had a great time playing all kinds of games, eating a bunch of food, hitting the piñata, and just overall having a good time. Then finally when it started to get late everyone went home and I got ready for my dance class that I had that night. Dance controlled my life when I was little it took up so much of my time every day it wasn’t even fun anymore. I got a shower packed everything I needed and was off to dance for seven to nine. I attended Gigi’s dance study in New Castle, Pa from when I was three till I was nine when her business got shut down then I went and joined another company called Jennifer Lee’s Dance Gallery. Regardless, at dance more of my friends were there and we were having a good time learning our new dance for competition. After an hour and half of practicing everyone finally got the routine down and we were ready for one last run through. During the last run through
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