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Personal Narrative: The Rose Parade

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The Rose Parade is a beloved American New Year’s tradition that has enchanted me for as long as I can remember. As a first generation immigrant who traveled six thousand miles to start a new life, I never dreamed that I would have the chance to participate in such an incredible tradition. But, in 2015, my color guard teammates and I marched in the world-renowned event. The opportunity to be a part of the Rose Parade with an organization that meant so much to me remains one of my most memorable life experiences. But my road to the Rose Parade was a long and hard one, paved with many trials and life lessons along the way.
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