Personal Narrative: My Family Trip To Mexico

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So I was born on March 21. I was born here in Thornton. I have never moved out of this state. Though I have been out of the state and out of the country. My family likes to take a family trip every three years. The first one I remember was our trip to Mexico. The next one was a road trip to California. Then we went to Florida. Then the last one was on a cruise ship and one week at California again. My family likes to camp a lot to. So lots of memories there. I have had a lot of pet to. By the time I was born my family had two dogs and one cat. A small dog name Baby, and a pit bull name Meat, and a orange cat named Tiby. Then after my brother was born we got another dog, we named Zoey. When I was in Kindergarten Meat died and a couple months

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