Personal Narrative: A Day At The Boston Marathon

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After the bombing attacks, I had nightmares for days. I was in the second grade at Child of God Lutheran School in St. Peter’s, Missouri. My second grade teacher was Mrs. Steinbrenner. I was around eight years old attending school that day while my sister Rachel was at Lutheran High School and my mother was at home. During the afternoon, my mother had picked up my sister early from school to go to the eye doctor. I went to extended care that day as they were running late from the doctor. It seemed as if it was a normal day, but little did I know I would be staring at the television in horror for the rest of the week. It was simply an average day. My mother picked me up from extended care and asked me, “How was school?”, as she usually does. …show more content…

The screen showed “BREAKING NEWS: Explosions at the Boston Marathon”. They had reported three dead and around two hundred wounded from two explosions. As the story unfolded, they repeatedly showed videos of an explosive going off during a marathon, followed by a second explosive down the street. As I watched the screen sitting with my legs crossed on the couch, I felt extremely frightened. I heard terrifying screams after the loud bang and sizzling noise. People were running away from the scene while first responders ran in. One explosion was enough, but little did I know there would be …show more content…

We mentioned to each other what we each saw, and it was a rough time. On the carpet, we sat in a circle to say a prayer for everyone in Boston and victims of the attacks. It had been a dark time at school as everyone was confused and scared. As the week continued, I watched the television every day after school to check up on if they had found the bombers. I remember FOX saying that there was a report that one of the bombers was in custody, but they didn’t have enough evidence to support it on their end. The week continued with confusion as the possibility for bombers on the loose and more bombs being activated was high. However after school on the Friday that week, my father and I turned on the television in curiosity as my father got a call from his co-worker that Boston was in lockdown. His co-worker lives in Boston and he occasionally goes there for business trips, talks on Skype, and has meetings with him. As we tuned into the television, we saw a clip of a boat inside of someone’s backyard with police units all around the house. The caption showed “BREAKING NEWS: Boston bombing suspect FOUND in a residential neighborhood”. As they got the suspect out of the boat that evening, the suspect was taken into custody. We celebrated in our living room with excitement. I went outside to find my neighbor Merek where we both discussed how relieved we

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