Personal Narrative: I Am From Broken Golf

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I’m from the boing of the trampoline and from turning myself up and down, from spinning around to flipping at the same time, to the sound of a cracking backs to fixing them Family I’m from those featherlike micro, charged superbly animals, from the smell of devil's perfume(brother) to his brick like pack of six. To the ring in my ear from my mom yelling to the love she offers. I’m from the cracked bones of my dad, from the work that is the hardest. Baseball I'm from the broken baseballs to hitting them out. I'm from the perfect game to the one amazing play. I'm from the broken bat to getting the next one. I'm from the smell of the dirt to the “woosh!” of the strike out. Golf I'm from the fifteen hundred range balls to the fifteen that
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