Personal Narrative: My Grandpa

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"A thing of pure beauty it was, nearly burned my retinas it did." "What was it grandpa?" I asked my eyes wide. My heart was racing with as much excitement as a 6 year old could muster it was my first time hearing the story but not my last. The first burning fire that sparked within my soul but far from the only one. I gazed at my grandpa my hands on his knees and stared him down as if I could pull the answer from his mind using my own I looked him in the eyes with an expression I imagined to be ruthless and intimidating but he simply smiled at me crinkinling the skin around his light brown eyes that matched my own. "Well it was a thing of pure beauty" I stared at him a look of confusion replacing the previous look on my face."But grandpa that’s

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