Using your reading notes and stories we read in class put yourself in the shoes of someone going through a hurricane. TELL US YOUR STORY
Imagine you were going through a Hurricane at home with your family
Describe:
- How your family prepared
- Where you family is taking shelter
- What is going on outside
- What is going on inside
- The noises you hear
- What you smell
- What you see
- How you feel
Write at least two full paragraphs describing your experience.
EXAMPLE:
My Story:
The hurricane that I remember best was Betsy (1964). I was 11 years old We didn't have it too bad, but in the week after the storm, we were without electricity and without access to fresh food, water, and flushable toilets. It wasn't pretty.
But what I remember most was eating really well because our stove was fueled by natural gas (which was working) and the neighbors (most of whom had electric stoves) all banded together and cooked and ate their now-defrosting freezer contents at our house.
And I remember the ants. They came inside and were crawling up and down all four corners of the walls (until Mom got them with the can of Raid). I guess they didn't want to be floating outside in the water either.
What frightened me most was the fear of the ever-rising water and the thought of perhaps having to escape into the attic (claustrophobic) or onto the roof. And also the stories of snakes and other critters that would try to get on your roof to escape the flood waters. And then what would happen if the water rose above the roof? THEN what would we do?
Although our house wasn't actually flooded on the inside, the streets were flooded and the water came right up to the door jamb. Also, in some of the nearby surrounding areas, the houses were flooded up to the eaves of the roofs. So we couldn't get out and were trapped like rats.
But every day, men in pirogues came around and distributed fresh milk and bread. And the nicest thing was how the neighbors stuck together and shared and helped one another. Even the little local grocery store (three blocks away) let local residents take what they needed and never charged them and, surprisingly, no one was greedy and took advantage of that. They just asked for what they really needed.
The hurricane that I remember best was Betsy (1964). I was 11 years old We didn't have it too bad, but in the week after the storm, we were without electricity and without access to fresh food, water, and flushable toilets. It wasn't pretty.
But what I remember most was eating really well because our stove was fueled by natural gas (which was working) and the neighbors (most of whom had electric stoves) all banded together and cooked and ate their now-defrosting freezer contents at our house.
And I remember the ants. They came inside and were crawling up and down all four corners of the walls (until Mom got them with the can of Raid). I guess they didn't want to be floating outside in the water either.
What frightened me most was the fear of the ever-rising water and the thought of perhaps having to escape into the attic (claustrophobic) or onto the roof. And also the stories of snakes and other critters that would try to get on your roof to escape the flood waters. And then what would happen if the water rose above the roof? THEN what would we do?
Although our house wasn't actually flooded on the inside, the streets were flooded and the water came right up to the door jamb. Also, in some of the nearby surrounding areas, the houses were flooded up to the eaves of the roofs. So we couldn't get out and were trapped like rats.
But every day, men in pirogues came around and distributed fresh milk and bread. And the nicest thing was how the neighbors stuck together and shared and helped one another. Even the little local grocery store (three blocks away) let local residents take what they needed and never charged them and, surprisingly, no one was greedy and took advantage of that. They just asked for what they really needed.
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