Personal Narrative: Fragile Windows

Fragile Windows Sideways and hanging in the air with only my seat belt holding me tight, blood was dripping from my nose and I had no idea what was going on around me. All I knew was that this Christmas, stuck in the middle of Utah, was going to change all those in the future for myself and my family. Sadly, great-grandma in St. George was not going to get a visit from me, my mom, Karen, Craig, Cameron, and Ross, my older brothers, and Jessica my older sister. My dad, Gary, was not on the trip with us because work became busy. The year 2004 brought a permanent change into the minds and physical lives of all those I hold dear. I was seven years old, and it was like any other family trip we’ve done. We had gone on many trips to see extended family
Being the young child that I was, other than looking out the window, movies were the only thing that could get me through these long car rides. As we continued down the freeway, all I had to look at was the dry desert ground with brown bushes and the occasional patch of snow. The movie we started was one of our favorites, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, although my dad was not exactly a fan of it, but we thought, “He isn’t here so he won’t mind.” When the recognizable opening credit music came on, I knew that the trip was going to be easier to get through - or so I thought. A significant amount of time had passed by and we were just at the part when King Arthur was fighting the Black Knight when I noticed my sister, sitting in the seat next to me and behind the driver’s seat, take off her seatbelt to calm her hamster she had brought with her. I had many experiences with hamsters including one that bit my finger. For that reason, I wasn’t very fond of the small rodent. Somehow, this little animal knew something was wrong; and just as quick as the memory of that bite on my finger brought pain and anguish, the world around me started to