Rites of Passage – an essay
I remember being afraid as I walked along the gravel road with my dad. We were going to see a dead person. I was ten years old. I had never seen a dead person before.
I remember being afraid as I walked along the gravel road with my dad. We were going to see a dead person. I was ten years old. I had never seen a dead person before.
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