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Personal Narrative: A Personal Story On An Archery Team

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When I was in the eighth grade I was on the archery team. I had always felt left out because I always shot worse than other archers on the team. When I went to practice and the tournaments I had always felt like the team didn’t need me, because I always shot under the team average of 275. When I was in eighth grade I was an alternate but due to someone unable to attend I was moved up and put on the state roster. Going back to seventh grade I was in the same boat, but I only made it as an alternate and not as part of the team. The only difference was that I got to take part in the competition in eighth grade. In the beginning I thought that I could find out what I was doing wrong and fix it. The problem was that I had no clue what had …show more content…

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