Personal Narrative: My Life After Hurricane Katrina

Take the time please, and imagine that everything is okay. I was outside playing on such a beautiful day. I was eight at the time, and was absolutely befuddled by the fact that this lady “Katrina” had everyone in my neighborhood frightened. Could this Katrina that they speak of really be this mean? Who does she think she is? At this point I was determined to meet this “Katrina” not knowing she would change my life without me actually seeing her. It was still morning, but all of a sudden the weather was bad. Thunder crackled and roared like nature itself was angry. It was gradually coming to me. As my parents watched the news in awe, I knew something unpleasant was about to happen. Then it happened, rain began to pour in stupendous amounts. Trees were rocking side to side as if they were in a church choir. I knew the electricity would not last long. We watched television while we still could, and there was basically an outrage. Gas prices were rising tremendously and lines were backed all the way to the highway. I must admit it was nothing like anything I have ever seen before. The south was basically in a panic. My parents told me of stories about how when they were young a similar storm also known as hurricane Camille ravaged the south. A couple of hours had
Katrina left Mississippi in shambles along with New Orleans. Trees were scattered on the roads, houses were severely damaged, and it seemed as if no one was there to help. I remember as we passed by on the way home and we saw a family outside because their house had a tree that had fallen onto their house and they had no place to stay. Along with them was a very young kid that did not look a day over eight years old. It was an extremely sad sight to see. I cannot even explain the amount of damage that was before me. All I could do is look in despair and hope that I never have to live through such a catastrophe