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Personal Narrative: Butte Falls

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I grew in a little town in southern Oregon. Butte Falls is nestled in the middle of the Cascade range, and at its heyday, was a booming logging town. There were 350 residents in the town, and several more in the surrounding area. My family and I lived several miles out of town on a gravel road. Growing up there was peaceful. The public school was small, on average 15 students per classroom, with one classroom per grade. After school, I would sometimes wander around town with my friends, and everybody knew everyone. Being right next to a national forest, most of the main past times involved the outdoors. Hunting, fishing, riding an ATV were all popular activities. As implied by its name there was a small waterfall right
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