Personal Narrative: The Seven Hour Dance

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This weekend we did not have much planned. The only thing I had is a seven hour dance tryout for the Falconettes. At the dance tryout all we had to do is learn a dance and do jumps or leaps, the splits, and stretch a lot. I had to do this to see what team I got on for next year if I do it again. After my seven hour dance tryouts we had a campfire so I could sit under the stars and listen to the campfire crackle. When I was sitting at the fire I decided I definitely wanted a S’more. So I roasted a marshmallow over the fire until it was golden brown. The marshmallow I roasted what the size of like three normal marshmallows but we decided it was more fun to say it was the size of a baseball. The marshmallow was so gooey it was like glue all over

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