The Cardboard Race-Personal Narrative

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This last weekend was homecoming and I went to the cardboard races and football game. It was also parents weekend so I did all of this stuff with my mom. The cardboard boat races were fun. Our hall’s boat sunk right when it got into the water, so that was not cool. Some of the boats were really fast and it was super fun to watch. The best part was watching people finish and the worst part was the coldish weather. I probably should not have worn shorts and a t-shirt. Then the next day we went to the football game. There was free food and drinks under a tent, and who doesn’t like free food. We were playing Saginaw Valley and that is where a couple of my friends from high school go to school, so I was hoping that we beat them. The game was really

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