Memoir of a Survivor of Titanic

Memoir of a Survivor of Titanic

Wednesday 10th April, 1912, I shall never forget the moment I stepped

onboard the Titanic. She was stunning, the crystal chandeliers and the

prominent paintings, the brand new sparkling cutlery and the

spotlessly cleaned mirrors are just some of the wonderful additions to

this fantastic, over-whelming ship. As I got down to my room in second

class (only what my parents could afford) I noticed the finest

details. The bed, not a crease in sight. The pillows, as fluffy as

white clouds, never been slept on before. Outside I could hear

hundreds of people scuttling by, so excited as to be on this amazing

ship, just like me in a way.

As the next few days passed I had great fun just exploring this

remarkable ship, walking on deck, observing the hundreds of different

characters on board. My mind drifted….. I can't believe I am on this

ship, going to America to see my folks. Just a week ago, there I was

lying in bed when the post arrived on a luminous morning. A letter

from my parents, who I have been looking for nearly fourteen years

now, had finally found me! It turns out they've been looking for me

too. I have a little sister, Emily, she is seven, and can't wait to

see her big brother. In the letter, came a ticket, a ticket onto the

world's largest ship, "The Unsinkable," the Titanic! I couldn't

believe my eyes, it was the best moment of my life.

"Iceberg! Right ahead!" The dreaded call was one which made my heart

sink, almost so that it touched the bottom of the Atlantic. Would I

get to see my parents, and Emily? That was a question I hated to think

about. The ships efforts in trying to avoid the iceberg were

unsuccessful; she was hulled on the starboard side. Despite hitting

the iceberg, most people's attitudes were very upbeat; they were even

playing football with the large pieces of ice that were dispersed!

Their thoughts spread onto mine; I was beginning to believe that this