Personal Narrative: The House In Colorado

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The House in Colorado My back was still as stiff as a plank when we arrived at her house. The dreaded plane ride from Frisco, Texas to Grand Junction, Colorado was longer than I had expected it to be. I was bouncing off the walls to see my Memaw Glenda though. Apart from being the nicest, and most generous person ever, Memaw Glenda was my grandmother that I visited every summer break. She was a crucial influence in my childhood life and still is. I was content, and I knew that this visit would be spectacular with Glenda around. Memaw doesn’t live in an average, house-by-house neighborhood. She lives in the country area surrounded by mountains and forests; each house is separated by about a mile. As soon as I saw the mountains as tall as giants,

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