I Am 11 Years Old

As I lie down in bed I hear the sound of explosion and gunshots in the distance. Outside is a battlefield, a fight that feels never ending. It all started four years ago, in the morning, when the first bombed was dropped. I was only a thirteen year old boy, so scared thinking that my life would end right there, I froze up looking out at the explosion in the distance. My father grabbed onto my arm and pulled me down into the bunker. My mother was carrying my sister who was only two years old. I could see how scared my mom was, she was looking into my eyes and telling me everything was going to be alright and that it would all end soon, I believed her. Five minutes later there was another explosion, closer than before. My parents sat down on

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

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

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

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

When I woke up everything was blurry and I could barely breath, then I started hearing noises like people talking the movement of materials and debris there were people crying and people laughing and I was happy to be alive then some firemen came over and lifted up the debris and materials of me and my son was alive, which made me happy. My son and I were rushed to the hospital where we were checked out but we only had a few minor burns, but I had a huge scrape on my arm. April 19 1995, was a very devastating day for me and my family, but at least I'm safe and so was my child. The news showed the devastation and what had happened today. FBI said they were doing to try their best to go and investigate and find out what or who caused the explosion, they suspect that is was the Islamic terrorists or some other big criminal that would do

The mighty winds whistled through, the glass panes shook, and all of a sudden a tree branch fell near my window. Was this a dream or a reality, I do not know. Rubbing my eyes, I got off the bed and moved towards the kitchen. I looked outside and my backyard was like a war zone. The trash cans were flipped over, tree branches and lots of leaf had fallen in the yard. I did not dare to step outside. Yes, I was NOT dreaming, the Hurricane Gustav had really struck Baton Rouge. This happened in 2008, but I can vividly remember how scared how was, and the destruction the storm had caused. with mighty winds and torrential downpour struck Baton Rouge in 2008.

It was the morning of August29,2005,as we sit in the fourth floor of the hospital room my mother is in, all of a sudden we hear heavy rain and powerful wind that was going about 140 miles per hour. We thought it might be a regular storm because it was already raining for hours , but then all the televisions and the phones and power all of a sudden go out and thats not normal at all. The nurses had to get all the "bed ridden" patients out the rooms and into the hallway as they are doing this the nurses got into panic mode.. and started DROPPING medication and giving patients medication they do not need.. and then it was this BIG striking that hit the side of the building and broke all the windows.. so then we where trying to make sure we didnt get hit by the glass.The nurses got out of luck and one screamed " We are going to die anyway", as soon as she said that everybody got out of hope and stopped trying to survive. Also after she said that one of the other nurses came and gave my mother a pill but I smacked it out her hand and told my mom she is not taking it. Over 3O patients that was there died and they demanded that all the visitors leave the hospital even though

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

I was outside walking One thing that happened during the plane crash is that I did not know that the plane was going to crash into my backyard with a bunch of people inside the plane. I went outside to see where the plane had landed and I noticed a bunch of people asking for help. It was a 747. I was never prepared for something like this and I stepped outside to see what was going on. I found parts of the plane and I felt so useless because I needed to find a way to help out all of these people. I went back into my house and I called the fire department because a big part of the plane was caught on fire and I wanted to make sure that most of the people on the plane. I was starting to help the injured people get into the house and the people

This past summer my family went to the beach with one of my friends and her family. I stayed with my friend instead of my parents. On July 14, 2015, my friend’s mom got a message that made her scream. Someone had sent her a picture of our neighbor’s house. Their pool house was sitting in their pool. Everyone quickly realized there had been a tornado in our neighborhood. My parents came to our condo. Everyone was anxiously discussing if anyone should go home. My brother and my dad decided they needed to head home. My mom and I stayed with my friend and her family. My mom was so worried; she could not sleep that night. I, however, did not realize how severe the situation was.

I shot up and did my morning routine. We left at around 10 A.M. It was going to take an hour to get there. As long as it’s out of Savannah. On the way, I saw a sign in the woods reading “free hugs”. I’m not going there. We also went in 2 cars due to people and luggage. My mom’s friend and her family was also coming with us in another car. When we got there and unpacked, I felt so relieved to get away from Hurricane Matthew. I immediately looked for the wifi password. There was five families there. It was like Thanksgiving. I was a little nervous about the type of damage that would happen to my house. It was not boring. I had lots of things to do. My friends were there. We watched Netflix, played poker, and played other games. It was fun there, I forgot all my worries. I stayed there for 3 days, I think. In total, 23 were put in that 2-story house. My cousin brought his 2 parakeets. I didn’t completely dodge the storm. I still got rain and hard winds where I was, but I was safer

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?