Personal Narrative: My Trampoline

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When I was 6 years old, I spent most of my time playing outside in my gigantic backyard, strictly alone. I did not particularly enjoy spending time with my family or friends; I was my own best friend. On a crisp spring evening in 2005, I was profusely jumping on my trampoline (alone of course) while admiring our fence of lush lilac bushes, magnificent, colourful variety of trees, a sky-high evergreen tree that reminded me of Christmas, our brick firepit my dad made all by himself, and of course my massive trampoline that was so ridiculously bouncy I could jump as high as our rich evergreen tree. A few moments later, I got a little too caught up in the beautiful scenery and fell in between some springs where the safety tarp was not covering

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