Personal Narrative-Changing Experience Of An Outing To A Gas School

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My foot scraped the rough, winter worn asphalt while I steadied my blue razor scooter on the downward slope. I had recently turned 8 years old and was now more than ever eager to gain a foothold with my two older brothers. Our relationship had been tenuous at best and vicious at worst. So when I got the chance to go on an outing to the gas station with them, I was overjoyed. What I would soon realized is that I was in over my head.
I began to get nervous as we approached the downhill stretch. This would give us some speed to make it to the less intimidating roads down the block, but I was ill prepared, Over christmas I was convinced that Santa wasn’t real when me and my younger brothers got standard Razor scooters while Rob and Ned (older