I Remember
Angelina Salcedo
Research Writing
Final WP2
3/10/14
I Remember “Mom did you just see that, a plane just fell from the sky.” While I sat on the floor I couldn’t believe what I had just said. A plane fell from the sky. I had just turned six a few hours ago. Any child who was basically five years old would never be able to grasp the concept of why a plane would crash into a building. Not only would they not be able to understand one plane falling, but three in just one day. I could only look to my parents for answers.
I remember my birthday like it was yesterday. All I had talked about getting up to that day was a new Barbie to add to my mini collection of Barbie dolls. That day I got what I wanted and more, 20 Barbie’s in one pack, this I remember because the next morning I was rushing to open them at like six in the morning before I got myself dressed for school. My mom had told me not to open them, but the excitement of having all those new Barbie’s all to myself was overwhelming. I had to at least open them and leave them in order on my bed so I’d be able to play with them when I got back home from school, so I started opening the giant box. Just as I was peeling back the plastic my mom walked in expecting me to have my clothes on like I usually did so she could do my long brown hair. There I was, sitting on the floor in my pink pajamas surrounded by wrapping paper and my presents. The expression on my mom’s face is something that I’ll never forget. It was a look of “I’m going to kill you!” mixed with “What are you doing?” and “Why aren’t you ready?” I knew I was in for it,
“Ange...why aren’t you ready? Did I not specifically tell you yesterday that I didn’t want you to open your gifts until you got home from school today? Why couldn’t you just listen to me for once? You’re going to be late for school and you know what? If you miss your bus you’ll be in double the trouble for not
Research Writing
Final WP2
3/10/14
I Remember “Mom did you just see that, a plane just fell from the sky.” While I sat on the floor I couldn’t believe what I had just said. A plane fell from the sky. I had just turned six a few hours ago. Any child who was basically five years old would never be able to grasp the concept of why a plane would crash into a building. Not only would they not be able to understand one plane falling, but three in just one day. I could only look to my parents for answers.
I remember my birthday like it was yesterday. All I had talked about getting up to that day was a new Barbie to add to my mini collection of Barbie dolls. That day I got what I wanted and more, 20 Barbie’s in one pack, this I remember because the next morning I was rushing to open them at like six in the morning before I got myself dressed for school. My mom had told me not to open them, but the excitement of having all those new Barbie’s all to myself was overwhelming. I had to at least open them and leave them in order on my bed so I’d be able to play with them when I got back home from school, so I started opening the giant box. Just as I was peeling back the plastic my mom walked in expecting me to have my clothes on like I usually did so she could do my long brown hair. There I was, sitting on the floor in my pink pajamas surrounded by wrapping paper and my presents. The expression on my mom’s face is something that I’ll never forget. It was a look of “I’m going to kill you!” mixed with “What are you doing?” and “Why aren’t you ready?” I knew I was in for it,
“Ange...why aren’t you ready? Did I not specifically tell you yesterday that I didn’t want you to open your gifts until you got home from school today? Why couldn’t you just listen to me for once? You’re going to be late for school and you know what? If you miss your bus you’ll be in double the trouble for not