Scariest thing thats happened to me
Corey McCullers
Mrs. V. Garrett
ENG 1101 TEAD
August 15, 2014
A Real Black Friday I remember very clearly. It was a stormy morning around 5a.m. back in 2001, on the day after Thanksgiving. I remember being woken up in a big rush. My father was panicking. I didn’t know what was going on. I had been rushed to the hospital and on the way there he told me what had just happened and I was just flabbergasted. Thanksgiving is a great time of year. Me being a bigger guy, I always loved it mainly for the delicious home cooked food. Now don’t get me wrong I loved seeing my extended family but hey who doesn’t love food. We have a family tradition of visiting my aunt’s house in good ole’ Rainbow City, Alabama. Which for those of you who don’t know where Rainbow City is, it’s just outside of Gadsden, Alabama. Sometimes we’d stay there overnight and sometimes we’d travel back home that night, but it was a great time regardless of whether we stayed or left. Being 6 years old at the time I didn’t quite know why my mom and sister always left very early that next morning, it was just something I knew that happened. I remember thinking that I thought it was like a national mother/daughter shopping day because my dad never went, he stayed home with me. I was kind of upset because they always came back with so many bags and I thought, “Wow, they didn’t get me one thing? Not even just one little thing.” Mainly because like any other 6 year old I wanted something when someone else got something. I remember thinking oh well Christmas is soon and Santa Claus seemed as real to me as my family. My father had something planned for us to do that day. I think it was going and watching a basketball game but I’m not quite sure. So I had a good night’s sleep anxiously awaiting the next day. Come to find out the next day wasn’t at all what I had planned it to be. Panic! That was what I was awoken to. My Dad frantically telling me, “Corey, Corey, get up and get dressed we have to go
Mrs. V. Garrett
ENG 1101 TEAD
August 15, 2014
A Real Black Friday I remember very clearly. It was a stormy morning around 5a.m. back in 2001, on the day after Thanksgiving. I remember being woken up in a big rush. My father was panicking. I didn’t know what was going on. I had been rushed to the hospital and on the way there he told me what had just happened and I was just flabbergasted. Thanksgiving is a great time of year. Me being a bigger guy, I always loved it mainly for the delicious home cooked food. Now don’t get me wrong I loved seeing my extended family but hey who doesn’t love food. We have a family tradition of visiting my aunt’s house in good ole’ Rainbow City, Alabama. Which for those of you who don’t know where Rainbow City is, it’s just outside of Gadsden, Alabama. Sometimes we’d stay there overnight and sometimes we’d travel back home that night, but it was a great time regardless of whether we stayed or left. Being 6 years old at the time I didn’t quite know why my mom and sister always left very early that next morning, it was just something I knew that happened. I remember thinking that I thought it was like a national mother/daughter shopping day because my dad never went, he stayed home with me. I was kind of upset because they always came back with so many bags and I thought, “Wow, they didn’t get me one thing? Not even just one little thing.” Mainly because like any other 6 year old I wanted something when someone else got something. I remember thinking oh well Christmas is soon and Santa Claus seemed as real to me as my family. My father had something planned for us to do that day. I think it was going and watching a basketball game but I’m not quite sure. So I had a good night’s sleep anxiously awaiting the next day. Come to find out the next day wasn’t at all what I had planned it to be. Panic! That was what I was awoken to. My Dad frantically telling me, “Corey, Corey, get up and get dressed we have to go