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Personal Narrative: My Three Months In Mexico

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I didn 't know what happiness was until I experienced three months in Mexico. I was in 6th grade, and we were going down to Mexico to attend my cousin 's quinceañera. I was going to be one of the ladies that walk by her side, and I was thrilled. I had gone to Mexico before, but I didn 't remember much of it. As nervous as I was wearing heels that day, it went by great, and I learned many of the traditions my family uses and what it 's like to be a Mexican. It was life-changing. The worst part was probably the car ride. I was 40 hours to get there and we only stopped at a hotel one night and had to sleep the other in the car. We eventually made it there and I quickly got along with my four cousins who I started seeing every day.

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