I Am 11 Years Old

It was wednesday when it started I remember I was in my room. Loud sirens began to wail and my dad came in to get me. The look on his face was very concerning and I knew something was wrong. The

On September 11, 2001, I was seated in my third grade class at the age of eight years old. Every morning we had a “news” station that would automatically come on at 8:30 a.m. called Channel One News, tailored for children. However, after this five minute long news segment ended we started class. I remember commotion in the halls, and my teacher went out to see what was going on. She came back in, and immediately turned on the television that had just recently automatically shut off. There is was, a burning building, at the time I had no clue what was going

A few days had gone bye after my dad had left. It was getting cold outside and we didn’t have much clothing because it was hard to afford clothes since my dad left. My mom started to work two jobs. Yet she still could not offered clothing for all four of us. My brother and I were going to help out by getting a job at a store. We worked everyday after school we worked for about five hours a day. It was a tiring job we had to carry boxes fool of supplies from place to place. We didn’t get paid much but it still helped. Around christmas time we had bought small gifts for our family. My dad had written to us and sent small gifts. I always wrote to him and he had told me about U-boats thats could attack ships from underwater.

I am in Texas meeting my dad family with my mom and brothers and my sister and we wanted to go to Texas for a long time. We were going to go during the summer, but we did not we just stayed home. Then when I and my brothers went back to school for a few days or one or two weeks, then we finally went to Texas we have seen lots of my dad’s family and we see the Gulf of Mexico and we played in it found shells and we see fish jumping out of the water and they were so close to us and one was right in front of me and it jumped up and I got scared of it. Then we were heading to my dad’s grandma’s house and we stop there for a few minutes, then we were on the way home and we stop at hotel to rest then we got food then we went on our way home

Tuesday morning of September 11, 2001 was a day that no one will forget. I decided to write it out what happened to my family that very day in my mom’s perspective to make it easier to understand. My mom was in Pleasant Hill, CA and decided to skip that day of work because my older sister was sick. Madeleine, my eldest sister, was two at the time. Early in the morning a family friend of ours, Janet, called my mom asking if she saw what was happening. Janet said,” Jeanne the twin towers are on the ground, turn on the news!” My mom was so tired from staying up all night because of Madeleine that when she heard what happened she didn’t belive it. She quickly turned on the news and it replayed the airplanes hiting the twin towers and falling.

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

It was one fairly sunny day in Houston Texas It started to get windy then it started to rain. All of a sudden it started to storm hard then the wind got stronger all of a sudden it started pouring people that were watching the news had alarms going off. And then the storm sirens started to go then the people of houston knew they were in trouble now people and families were scared the storm was horrible the people of houston knew it was a hurricane. The storm lasted around five hours.

There were six fire trucks in my driveway from all different townships. We ended up having to park down the street in my neighbors yard. My dogs were at Kevin’s house for the time being. I noticed my parents were already outside, so I went up to them. The flames were mostly gone by the time I had showed up and they were trying to get things cooled down and cleaned up from all the sludge that had become of it. My grandparents got out to see how everything was going, and then hours later, when the firefighters had declared it safe enough, my family and I went into the house we had all spent ten years of our life in. The house I walked into was one I did not recognize. Everything was out of place and soaking wet from all the water they had to use to put out the fire. Even the items that weren’t burnt were still damaged from either the smoke or all the water. Luckily, my door had been closed to my room, which had saved some things. Unluckily, most of my personal possessions were ruined. My clothes, my journals I had kept up with, and most of the things I held dear to me were gone in a

I was woken up with mom at the foot of my bed saying “Wake up sweetheart wake up” it is a beautiful day in Canada witch is where I live. As I get the gunk out of my eyes so I could so my mother clearly and I ask her what was wrong because she had never woke me up at 5:45 in the morning with out it being bad or something happened to the family. I got scared and my father, sister, and brother came into my room and was saying.“Calm down your going to be okay just pack your clothes,some of your personal items,and some food NOT caned food". Next I was getting ready and Carter my brother came into my room witch he had never done and told me him and dad would protect Kelsey, mom, and myself. As I walked into the kitchen we all picked different kinds of food and water. We started walking out the door and I said "Wait I need my picture of all my friends so i would remember them"so I went and got it.

The teacher ran outside of the room to see what was happening. She screamed at us saying “we need to leave now!” As we ran to exit the building I could hear screams of people and saw the walls caving in from what I guess could’ve been another bombing. I was frightened and worried about all my friends who were over there. I kept thinking to myself that they were okay but I had this terrible feeling they weren’t.

I was only 2 when the dust bowl started. It has been 4 years since then. My family was already poor because of the drought and that we were farmers in Oklahoma. The bank was coming to take our house later today because we couldn’t make enough money to keep it. I was out in the fields and when I came back I saw a tractor get blown into our house, destroying it. A shock went through my body like I was touching an electrified car and I couldn’t move. I ran to my house and called out to see if anyone was inside. I didn’t hear anyone, but they could have been knocked out. I walked around and found a man on the floor. I tried to wake him up, but he wouldn't. I tried dragging him away, but he was too heavy. I slapped him so hard

As a child I grew up in a home with my two parents and two older sisters. I met most developmental milestones at the appropriate age, and I did not have any major childhood illnesses. One of the earliest memories that I can recall was at age 3 or 4. I don’t recall the exact age and I haven’t asked my mother about the event, but I know it was at least before I was school age. I recall that my mother and grandmother were with me and we were standing on the side of a county road near a small bridge. There were police cars and an ambulance parked nearby with their lights flashing. My mother and grandmother were crying hysterically and this was very upsetting to me because I don’t think I had ever saw them cry like that before. The reason that they were crying was that a close friend of my grandmother had drove off the bridge in their

One day my mom and I had to go to walmart to get some everyday stuff for the house. We knew that there was a bad storm in town, but we still needed groceries. We went to the car out in the rain. We got a little wet, but nothing major. As we got in the car there was a big boom from the thunder after the big flash of lighting! On the way to walmart it rained really hard. The rain was pounding on the roof of the car, but we have needed this rain for a while, and we finally got it. As we pulled up at walmart, I noticed that it wasn’t as bright as it usually is inside. It appeared to me that the lights were out, but I wasn’t sure. My mom and I got out the car, and the lights were on, but they were more dim than usual. It looked as if the lights

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

Remember the feeling you get when when you’re at the top of a roller coaster and you’re climbing and climbing and are about to go down? Well, that’s how I feel right now but with no one around me to hold my hand nor comfort me when I am scared. I felt as if i was going to fall. I saw the city from above and could see the whole world around me. I saw the leaves rustle, for the wind is stronger up here. I look to see who would be following me, but no one was there. Should I fall or should I wait for someone to come rescue me up here?