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Personal Narrative

 

            "I don't want to go to some dance, do you?" my best friend asked as we sat in our hotel room in Dublin, Ireland. We were in Dublin with the school's marching band. We had marched in the St. Patrick's Day parade that morning, and that evening there was a dance for all the participating bands.
             I agreed with my friend, but our chaperone insisted that we at least go down and check it out. As we walked to the ball room we wondered what type of music would they play. .
             "It had better be something cool, or I am not sticking around," I thought to myself.
             As I reached the doors to the ball room, I wasn't sure I was in the right place. Instead of modern music, the musicians were playing traditional Irish folk music. And one man was out in the middle of the dance floor teaching about 40 other teenagers a traditional dance.
             One of my other friends spotted us and quickly pulled us out onto the floor.
             "You have got to do this," she said. "It's so much fun!".
             I wasn't sure, but everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves, so I thought I would give it a try. For the next hour, I learned about Irish music, dancing, mythology and language. I also learned a lot about the Irish culture. There is so much more to it than leprechauns and Guiness beer.
             When we went to Ireland, I thought we would just march in the parade, see a few castles and then come home. Instead I learned about a new culture. I think it is so awesome that the Irish people have managed to preserve their culture. And the Irish language is so beautiful. But more important, I learned something about life. That even if I am not sure about something, if I give it a chance, it could be an awesome experience.
            


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