coming of manhood
I have many fond memories of the great outdoors during my childhood. My grandparents are commonly part of the wonderful times during my earlier years. I often find myself reminiscing about fishing trips spent with my grandfather and grandmother in the summer, and how it was a wonderful way to share special moments with each other. I recall the great excitement I felt overhearing plans concerning a special camping trip, and the long enjoyable rides in the motor home. They were good times, but none of the memories are as great as my first hunting season when I made my first kill, a beautiful white tailed deer. I can remember it as if it were yesterday. Every year my grandparents leave for a week in November to go deer hunting in central West Virginia. I always wanted to go, but I was told I was too young. However this year was different. I turned fifteen and my grandfather told me I was about to reach my manhood. I was going hunting with my grandparents. I was extremely excited. My grandfather made a special shopping trip for me. He purchased a hunting suit, boots, gloves, and other hunting accessories to keep me warm in the cold winter weather. My most valued possession is an old 30.06 Spring
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Approximate Word count = 993
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)
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