Personal Narrative Essay-Daffy Taffy

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I don’t know why I remember eating laffy taffy. I was probably three, and had just taken a green apple taffy stick out of the taffy drawer in my dad’s apartment, with a cowboy movie playing in the other room. My dad really likes laffy taffy. He was in the other room with my brother, watching Clint Eastwood shoot bank robbers. Back then my dad was pretty scrawny, with short black hair and he was usually busy with work. I don’t remember much about the apartment except that it was small and a little messy, but I do remember riding bikes in the parking lot. Looking back, I appreciate moments like this because of the simplicity of being a kid. I don’t know why I remember throwing up McDonald’s cookies. I was probably three, and had just eaten several

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