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Personal Narrative Essay: Drawing The Gas Car

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I looked out the car window, air from the AC blew threw my braids as I gazed at the upcoming gas station. “ I could probably draw that gas station logo,” I muttered. Taking out my brown sketchbook from the seat pocket, I tugged the pencil from behind my ear and prepared myself to draw the bolded golden Chevron logo. However, the moment I looked up, my mothers car had passed the gas station and we were already at my home. It was no use in drawing the house; I already had multiple houses drawn in my sketchbook with various colors and designs. My mind was still stuck on Chevron, so when I got inside I sat down and began to draw. The only problem was that I couldn’t make the mental picture become reality on my paper. Ever since I was born it was

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