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Grace and Me
Grace can be considered my worst enemy or my best friend. She is with me practically 24/7, always there for my protection: Grace my back brace. Her goal? To fix my back, but in the process, to become a part of my family.
Almost two years ago, my family and I "adopted" Grace from Gibraltor Orthopedics. At first she was lonely, but she quickly made new friends. First off, she shared with me a nice-sized bedroom with a double bed, a TV, and even a computer for her enjoyment. She made a new best friend, my sister Rachel. Grace is constantly chattering to Rachel in her squeaky high-pitched voice. Sometimes Grace and Rachel even dance together when I play the piano. They twist and turn to classical tunes.
Grace is so adored by the family for who she is and what she does for me that she is even kissed goodnight. Everywhere I go, she goes, even to Camp Timber Tops where she was the most popular piece of plastic around. My bunkmates loved dressing her up while I showered. They placed my yellow rain slicker on Grace and stuffed Duke, our mascot monkey, inside so his head stuck out where mine usually was.
In camp Grace also learned a variety of card games, and became known as the "Spit Master." Grace also loves to travel. In her short two and a half year lifetime, she has traveled out of the country to Mexico and Canada. Grace's favorite trip was to Hawaii. She walked so close to bubbling lava flowing down a volcano that her eyes watered and she smelled the horrible scent of sulfur. Grace loved going to Pearl Harbor since she is such a history buff. She loved Hawaii just a tad too much, and returned to New York a bit sandy.
Also, because Grace is helping me so much, she gets to dictate the style of clothing we buy. She has a very unique shopping sense. Unfortunately, but understandably, she loves bulky clothing and button up shirts. I hate all the clothes she chooses, because I prefer more stylish things which are too tight for her bulky frame. Since Grace is, after all, a piece of plastic, she is unable to do her own shopping. So, she hired her own personal shopper: me, because we are so attached! I just can't wait until I can go shopping without Grace along. Finally, I will be able to pick out my type of clothes. And that day is coming.
Within the next year, I will finally be able to decrease my time with Grace because I am almost done growing. After I have grown to my full height, Grace really has no job left to do. Then my family will say for the last time, "Good night Gracie." Article provided by 
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