Narrative Essay On 9/11

The flame was at least three stories tall and you saw the fire department on standby with the hoses ready. I was sitting 20 yards away and I could feel my eyebrows wicking together from the heat. At that moment I decided to not rush my project too fast because I still had 4 years to finish.

The morning of 9/11 I wasn’t going to go to work because I had an allergy appointment,

Oh how the flames have changed. No longer did the flames signify destruction, eating away at the pages that had once shaped society as we know it. No longer did the flamethrower clenched in a fireman’s fist burn the ideals that make us people. No longer did they dash the hopes, the dreams, of man. Fire, which was one demolition and violence, is now hope.

As we walked around throwing firecrackers in front yards and mailboxes, people would rush out of their homes screaming, and we would run, and I did realize we probably should not

Hundreds of people stretched out on the open field in lawn chairs and on towels, while others flooded the bleachers, to marvel the colors and images the different pop rockets, comets, timerain and glitter fireworks made.

September 11, 2001 is the day four planes were hijacked and three crashed into important buildings, while the last crashed into a field. And today all the grief, devastation, great sacrifice, and total annihilation will be remembered throughout time as 9/11. To tell you everything would take forever, so instead I will tell you how my mother saw it. It was on a day we all know as 9/11, there was a house on Quimby Way in Sacramento, California. And in this house, my mother was going throughout her day as usual, which most likely involved laundry, dishes, and watching two children by the name of Alanna and Christopher, when she saw the news. “Is this really happening? This can’t be true! Was it an accident? Oh my god, both towers! What would ever make someone do that? This is terrible, why is it even happening in the first place? Why? Why?

"Boom! Pow! Sounds that are immediately followed by Ahh's and cheers. For most of us these sounds are all too familiar at annual 4th of July firework celebrations. However, what would a 4th of July celebration be without the glimmering colors of our nation. People all over our country are able to share in the excitement of fireworks partly due to the effects of one element. The glow of a child’s face from “Glow in the dark” paint is able to work - again- because of the effects of one element. However, the feelings of happiness and pleasure are not constricted to only the red glow of paints and flares. This amazing element is also able to bring pleasure and

All you hear is the detonation of the firework exploding and then everyone hears the ear splitting cracking of the tree, as it falls down onto the ground exploding into flames! It’s on fire, the flames almost 20 feet high, the tree catches another on fire, as that one burns it spreads onto the next tree, then the next, ablazing everything until it gets to a backyard. A distressed adult named Alysa who is actually the mayor of the town of Woodsterville, who lives right down the street of the fire calls the Fire department and they send five trucks, with four people in them, over 20 in total.

And I was like, oh my gosh! So he, showed us how they worked. He threw them to the ground. So in the laundry room, we went inside. Down the basement-(not clearly enunciated) into the sewing room. It was a small sewing room(added a –d sound towards end). We opened the window. And a light breeze would come in. so we like okay that’s good, that’s good. The breeze wasn’t too – it wasn’t too windy. So we said perfect. We got a firecracker and we threw one done. Mind you, we were a little bit up a few stories. It didn’t work, so we lit the firecracker. And the first one, it didn’t work. It didn’t explode. Were like hmm. So we did the second one and then, “bfff!” it exploded. It was awesome. We were all so excited. And then we looked down. Who did we saw. We saw one of our night guards come with a flashlight checking all the windows. Oh, we were so nervous. So we had to hide. So we- we said- we’d hide in the sewing

After we created the firework masterpieces, I tried to explain to my son that we would see lots of fireworks over the weekend. I told him they would make loud “kaboom” sounds and have so many pretty colors, just like his paintings. He was so happy about the idea but still confused at the same time so I showed him a few videos on Youtube. His face lit up when he saw the fireworks bursting along to music in the videos. He would look wide-eyed at the video & then point to his paintings while shouting “Fah-wurk! Fah-wurk!”. Hopefully this will be a nice introduction to this holiday's loud spectacle. Last year he was too small to understand or even be afraid of the explosive sounds. This year I’m hoping he enjoys the beauty and excitement of the fireworks like I did as a young boy and still do to this

It all starts with the crack of a firework and the sizzle as the sparks drift slowly back to earth. In the distance you can hear the crying of little kids, terrified by the booming sounds, along with the "oohs" and "ahs" of the people in the little town enjoying the firework show. Following the thirty minute show, families file up the beach stairs to return to the comfort of their own beds. In the morning they will participate in the yearly parade.

During the event, a lot of people were excited and content, clearly in the mood for celebrating. Smaller children started to grow anxious because they were ready for the fireworks to start. Halfway through the fireworks show, one set of fireworks accidentally triggered a lot of fireworks to go off at ground level. Everyone at the event started to grow worried that someone was hurt, but luckily no one was injured and the firework show was finished as

In a Chinese ritual, tubes made of bamboo filled with gunpowder were thrown into a fire for explosions. After this, gunpowder and tubes have been used for celebrations. As rockets became more advanced, these “fireworks” became more advanced, with more shapes and sizes.

On July 4th 2010, David and Brian, both residents of the same cooperative building on the Upper West Side of Manhattan in New York City decided to watch the Macy's annual fireworks display from the 45th floor roof of their building. To access the roof, they quietly ascended the last flight of stairs, ducking under a chain with a warning sign not to do so. The warning sign read as follows:

A few years back on a partially cloudy 4th of July, it was an exciting day for me, my family and friends. For us celebrating Independence day is one of the highlights in our summer breaks. Arrangements are already sorted out for the day. The plan was to go to this viewing spot to watch a firework show. It wasn’t as perfect it could’ve been due to a complication. Spent the first half of the day being in my previous neighborhood using the small amount of fireworks we got. The place I lived at is a two-story apartment with four bedrooms, located half a mile near Central Middle School, and playing around in my community which is surrounded by free space, made it really pleasant to use the fireworks .