Personal Narrative: Moving To California Disaster

It was April of 1999. My family was at home. Children were running outside. The asphalt was burning. Cars rolled up to the entrance of the apartments and BANG. I grew up in Stockton, California. Surprisingly, as a minority, I wasn’t really a minority. There were, in fact, a large and diverse population of Asian-Americans. But, Stockton is not the ideal place to live. It was hot and dry, almost to the point of a drought. Stockton was also ranked as the one of the top 5 most dangerous cities in California. So, having a nice and safe family is kind of difficult. Eventually, my family decided to move to Crescent City, California when my dad retired. It was a world of difference. There were trees, plentiful water, and a nice cool temperature. This

Imagine just coming back from evacuation to your house looking great on the outside but when you walk in it is a horror. When hurricane Katrina was on her way here, my family and I evacuated to Chattanooga, Tennessee, which only took about a good eight hours, but with traffic it took about twelve. Once we were cleared to go home we came back, which thankfully only took about ten hours. I will be writing about how after Katrina my family and I had to stay in one house for about a week and a half.

I was nine years old when I moved to California from Japan, all the way across the world. Moving to California was quite possibly the weirdest experience that has happened to me as a child. Trying to move from a place that I pretty much spent my life in than literally going across the world without knowing anything about it was very foreign to me, however my parents used to live in california for about one or two decades.

Hi my name is sara and I was in the California wildfire and I survived. It was a terrible thing it went so fast and I didn’t think i would get out fast enough before the fire hit where I lived. But I got out my mom died but me and my little sister got out. We live in a homeless shelter let me tell you how the fire affected my life. I got caught in the loma fire and it

I'm an established freelance writer based in San Diego covering environmental issues in the Southland and beyond. Although it's hard for me to

When so many people were trying to escape from New Orleans, escape this place that tore their lives apart; I was doing all I could to get in; to get into this place that I believed could put all the pieces together for me.

A white bunny bounced and pranced along the grass of the warm meadow the sky was a yellow orange color. I pressed my nose on the glass of the backseat in my dad’s truck.

It was a rainy day with grey clouds filling the sky when my mom told me, "We are going to move to Fresno." Those few words shocked me for days, I did not think we were going to ever to move again. I had grown attached to everything in my life in Los Angeles. I was going to have to step out of my comfort zone and get accustomed to new surroundings.

Ever since I found out my softball team could make it to California for Nationals I knew this would be our goal for the summer. Now here is where the challenging part came in, we only had three chances to make it to California. We made it, we were lucky enough to make our goal in the third chance.

I was born in Ormond Beach, Florida on October 25, 1997. One year later, we moved to Cleveland, Ohio. It was there where my father completed his residency at the Cleveland Clinic and my little brother was born.

I have only experienced an earthquake. I live in Visalia, California which is the central part of the state. The San Andreas Fault is a continental transform fault that extends approximately 750 miles through California. Los Angeles shares 35 miles of the Fault running through the city. When I moved to California I was told that the central valley (Visalia) very rarely experiences earthquakes. It was an evening that I realized that I was most definitely experiencing an earthquake. At the time I was married and my x-husband and I were fast asleep in bed when all of the sudden we were awoken by a slight shaking of the bed. Started with the question what was that, we began to hear the water in the in the ground swimming pool sloshing back

One day,I was waiting on my owner .Finally,Baylee came home and let me out.I started playing and all of a sudden a storm flooded.At that second,I was swept away by the flood water.I climed onto a near by roof.Then,I heard a walkie talkie and I looked around and I saw a lady.The lady was coming to get me.She said “hi’’ and read my tag “Bay Bay come with me.’’so I went with her and she said’’once we get to the docs you can eat and then we can find your owner!’’I barked loudly, she laughed. as we arrived I saw millions of people. I never knew that many people lived in New Orleans I thought . I heard people saying’’that I was glad to surived hurricane katrina!’’Then I reconized a face it was my owners face I heard her yelling “Bay Bay’’Bay

The two books that I am comparing are I Survived the San Francisco Earthquake and I Survived the Shark attacks of 1916.

My journey the day I left my home country in search of a better life was not as pleasurable or exciting as I expected. Although it was not a long flight, the accumulation of unexpected vicissitudes during the trip made my dream of traveling an absolute nightmare. Not only my sadness to be leaving my family behind, the uncertainty to fly alone and for the first time, or my inexperience with the procedures at the airport contributed to this calamity, but even my neighbor on the plane added his bit of sand in the affair. All this situation was such traumatic to me that I even considered never daring to fly again.

Ours, mine and my sisters, flight was still several minutes before a pony would began to let us board. A slow long breath calmed me down from my excitement. There was lot I was leaving behind, but none of it was something I wanted to return to.