Personal Narrative Of A Memoir

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Memoir Finally the painful ride had come to a stop, after 5 grueling hours on a sailboat we let our long, rusty anchor down unit we heard a “clunk.” We usually dock at around 150 yards from the edge of the rocky island making sure not to get to close. The birds would fly ahead and welcome us there each year as if they new we were coming. I would usually, from there, kayak over to our friends tiny yacht making sure no frigid water got on my nice clean clothes, which I didn't bring many of. We would eat very delectable snacks and hang out over there until the hot day turned cold and the blue sky turned black and filled with bright stars. After the first day was gone we would finally paddle a compact little raft to land across the silent