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This is actually a report I had to write in English, but, I kinda want to also share it with my journal. This is only a Rough Draft, so dont judge me.
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The night sky glowed with an eerie orange light that escaped over the mountainside. Ash fell down like snow onto the concrete of our backyard and onto our car. It was a week I would never forget. As I sat in my room, wondering what moment in my life changed me, it hit me as I listened to the radio news. The haunting memories of the 2003 fire all came back to me.
I awoke from my bed at 6:50 in the morning, Monday October 21. My mom came into my room telling me the school had just called and told us we had no school that day. I immediately ran to my window and looked up at the sky; surley enough, smoke spread throughout it. I turned on my radio, which would have gone off in ten minutes anyway, and listened to the news. Eight fires had broken out all across San Deigo county and as well up north. I feared for my father, who lived in San Marcos, wondering how he was doing. My heart was racing as I listened and listened to any news that would hopefully relief me and tell me he was safe. Eventually, he called me to tell me he was fine but he was getting ready just incase and also that my brother, who lived in Poway, was coming to our place.
However, thinking about all this, wondering and worrying if we were too in danger, my mind wondered over to the 2003 fires. Many people lost their homes, their treasures, and even some house pets. I too, lost something recious to my family, and it changed our lives forever. We owned a little trailer up close to the town of Julian in a park called Pinecrest. We had many memories there. Before the trailer we would tent camp there and my relatives and I would scavenge the nearby bathrooms, which would be so full of Tree Frogs, you couldn't step anywhere. We would play on the metal self-spinning merry-go-round, slide down those a** burning metal slides, and swing up so high, the swing set shook. Eventually, after we got the trailer, we would be able to invite up friends, play games in the night with only tiki toraches lighting us, and looking up at the star-filled sky. We ven had a few wild life encounters.
I do not remember it fully, but I remember at my dad's old house, wondering how our precious trailer was doing. Unfortunatley, we came to find out, it got in the path. We eventually went back up there to see what left we could find in our charcoaled second home. One of the things included a service counter bell that belonged to a game we used to play. The only thing that stood left was our half-burned shed, which only seemed to somehow ony be burnt in the inside. Thus, my dad found his beloved chainsaw gone. Now, on holidays like Memorial Day or any other three-day weekend, we find ourselves melancholy about the happy-filled trailer we used to go to. Now, we find ourselves with no place to go. With nothing to remember it by, but some old pictures and that service counter bell, which was later thrown away.
My mind seemed to keep finding its way back to that memory as I continued to watch the TV news and all the people that have lost something precious to them. We all miss our trailer dearly and only wish we could go back to only make more memories there. My mind also went to something my dad had told me only days before the Firestorm 2007 happened. For a report somewhat similar to mine, my dad held up a blank piece of paper and said," The greatest moments in history are the ones that have not been written down yet. It seems like when we think something great or tagic might have happened, another thing seems to come and proves us wrong."
 Badboylover · Sat Nov 03, 2007 @ 06:50am · 0 Comments |
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