Here is my first attempt at Creative Non-Fiction, tell me what you think:
I grew up in Hampton Roads, Virginia following my mom from house to house on the weekends, and returning to my dad’s for the school week. I fed the fish every day before and after school. I rode my bike in circles around my yard, creating a trail of shrunken grass – remnants of my daily routine. My dog chased me. She was my best and only friend, Blaze was her name. I wondered why we called her that, was it because she was fast? my dad told me he named her after an old Blazer truck we owned. But that was when I was young. I soon opened my big brown eyes and saw the world as it was. Needless to say, we never had a Blazer truck.
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