Ryan Road Narrative

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Ryan, a name that I was given on March 6th, 2002. A name that is Irish and means, “little king”. The reason why my parents named me this isn't because I had a crown decorated in shiny jewels and a staff made out of gold as soon as I was introduced into the world. It was because a road nearby my old house was named, “Ryan Road”. This road isn't special for the normal driver, just a road that takes you to Wendy's or Krogers if you’re hungry. But for me, this road is priceless and will always rest in my memories. This road represents my childhood, a road that I have traveled down more times then I can count, a road that represents me, To me Ryan is short and sweet. Not too long and complicated, and not too short and forgetful. Sometimes it

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