A Personal Experience : 45 Minutes Of Terror

In the “Seven Minutes of Terror, Eight Years of Ingenuity” by ReadWorks discusses about the idea of traveling to space and the scientist working together to make this possible. ReadWorks discuss the people, ideas of getting to space, and reason why there was a to getting to people off earth. It demonstrates how these people worked, especially together day in and day out.

It was 6:25 AM and I was beginning to wake up. I was on my top bunk of our bunk bed and I said to myself I feel like doing something to get me in trouble. I crawled out of my sheets trying not to hit my head on the ceiling fan. I jumped off the stairs of the bunk bed onto the old wooden floor. On impact I heard my sister say i’m hungry from her little princess bed. My sister Izzy and I walked in to the kitten for a meal. She got a tortilla, cold hotdog, and a dill pickle. I went for a peanut and butter jelly sandwich. After breakfast, I went outside to feed the 4 dogs we had. But be for I did I got my sandals. I opened the back door leading to the fresh morning air. I hoped down from the cement stairs onto the cold moist grass. With every step

It was 8:30 in the afternoon. I was with my friends Jesus and Justin. There were many children and adults outside. We were by our selves. We were going to every house with lots of candy. Our bags were almost full from going to every house. When we saw the last house we almost screamed.The house was a nightmare. The house was ripped apart. On the lawn there were torn down trees. The grass was pure black.

It was fall of 2013. It was the perfect temperature outside. The leaves on the trees were changing so fast to shades of gold, red, orange, and brown, that it was like they were changing as we drove by them on our way to the fair. You could see the lights coming from the four states fair a quarter of a mile away. You could practically smell the food coming from the food vendors. We were almost there. When we arrived at the fair you could hear the people screaming on the rides. As we got our tickets I had already wondered into the entrance of the fair. My mom had to come get me so that I could get my share of the tickets. When we all finally went through the entry I could smell cotton candy, funnel cakes, hot dogs, and all sorts of foods. Then I started to get hungry.

Coming off the bus from my first full week of middle school, I vividly remember the abnormal absence of cars in the driveway. Using the spare key under the “welcome” mat, I opened the door only to find an empty house with the lights still on, TV running, and cold leftovers. As an eleven year-old coming home to an unusually vacant house, panic flooded my body. Immediately, I sprinted to the home phone and frantically dialed my mother. The dissonance rings that followed as I hit the call button seemed to last a lifetime; my breath drew still as those consistent buzzes stopped and my mother's comforting voice answered “hello”. The pounding in my chest ceased, yet worry still overpowered my conscience. She explained that she and my father had to abruptly leave to

I looked out the small, glass window of the car. It was July of 2015, and I was about eleven years old. My family and I were in Minnesota, and on our way to Itasca State park. This is where the beginning of the Mississippi is located.On our way there, I saw big, green trees. The sky was a baby blue, and the clouds were big, white , and fluffy as cotton balls. The bright, yellow sun was shining through the fluffy clouds. Finally! The car stopped. And I asked, “Are we here?” The driver responded by saying, “Yes we are.” I started to smile. I flung the door open, and hopped out of the car.

My body started to shiver as our flight landed on the grounds of Edmonton AB. We drove home from the airport, looking at thick blankets of snow covering the bright green grass from view. Just staring at the thick snow reminded me of when I and my friends used to run in the sand trying to chase each other. As we arrived at our new house I opened the door looking inside gave me a fright. The door lead to darkness and almost resembled a haunted house. I slowly walked up the squeaky stairs with my mom leading the way. As we arrived I twisted the doorknob and turned on the light, there it was a plain old room with white walls and scratches that accented the white paint.

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One saturday morning, I was awakened by my younger sister, Cora, still in her pajamas. She shook me awake, and said with urgency,¨ Katie, you have to come and see this.¨ She dragged me into our parents bedroom, where my brother, Josh, was staring out the window. I now know that it was kind of fishy, but maybe I thought that this was normal because of the grogginess that I was still enduring. I stood beside them, and, immediately, I woke up completely. Our neighbor's house was visible through the brush of the abandoned lot, and it was an inferno of bright orange and yellow flames. You could see the wood structure of the house crumbling, disintegrating into ash. Apparently, this had been going on for an hour, or so. My parents got a call from one of our neighbors, and when they walked outside to check it out, it felt like the sun was burning down in it´s fiery glory upon my parents. They then found Cora up and wandering around the house, and Josh up a couple minutes later. They then told them, and got tired of waiting for me, and woke me up. Not long after I just got started gawking at the flames, my father told me that we had to evacuate the house.

It was the summer before my final year at my favorite place, Marshall Middle School. What I did not know was that I would never go back or get to say goodbye to my friends. I was ready for school the week after school was over for the summer because all I wanted to do was to see my friends everyday. When I finally decided to get up I was in my room, four white walls and the biggest window that I have ever seen. The sun poked its little nose through my window. My mom called my sisters and I out, her voice was soft as velvet which was weird, so my heart starts to beat I can hear the birds outside singing their lovely song, so I start to calm down but I know something was amiss. My room was warm, but as I opened my door a cold breeze came straight

It was a late October day in 2002 and it was cold. Colder than usual during the fall. i was so hungry. I didn’t eat for days and the thought of food made my mouth water. i was sitting outside with my big brother Dillon. The sensory of my surroundings was not good. Trash filled our yard and the stench from the trash made it hard the breath. Everything was filled with neglect.

A usual morning started with my mom saying, “My little sun, get up! It’s time to do great things!” When I finally opened my eyes, I saw that beautiful face in the lights of the sun. A lady, who always entranced me with her beautiful smile and clear green eyes, was unusually nervous. I stood up from my bed, and the next thing I noticed was beautiful black uniform on my chair. Having an idea to what that uniform would lead, I decided to pretend there was nothing to worry about. My mom said she was going to make a breakfast for me, so she went out of my room. It seemed to be a usual morning, but everything was unusual. A few minutes later I decided that my breakfast must be 100% ready. Walking down stairs of our huge house, I saw my parents quietly

In fifth grade my best friend, Grace and I planned to go to camp in the summer going into sixth grade. We waited and waited for the day, we were thrilled to go, yet we had no idea what was yet to come. The night before we left, I stuffed what I thought I needed in a giant suitcase, zipped it up and headed to Graces house. Once I arrived, excitement rushed through me when I saw here realizing we are finally going to camp. As we talked, time flew by without even noticing and before we knew it we were sleeping. It was a crisp morning and her window was slightly open, causing the room to fill with cold air. I threw the covers over my head trying to get more sleep, forgetting that today was the day we left for camp. Grace's mom tapped on the door

Tuesdays in the fall of the 2012 and spring of 2013 were days that I felt like I was in a room tied to a chair in place where there were no lights, no human that I could speak to get me out of this lake of fire. On these dark days, I went to an after school class that my parents got me into so I can

Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen. We sat there watching people get their appliances and leave. We seemed invisible to them. As I sat in the car, burning up and listening to one of the most boring radio stations my mother could possibly like, I was thinking, “We’d better leave or else I’ll go ballistic!” After 30 minutes had passed, my mother got frustrated and politely asked to have our items loaded. Five more minutes passed, and she asked again with an attitude. They replied, “We’ll be with you in a minute, ma’am.” I could tell she was beginning to get upset because she started to get that “don’t bother me” look. Five minutes later they finally packed our appliances on the truck.