Personal Narrative Essay On Cops

It only takes violence or words to change this world, cops have families too.It makes no sense, they kill their own color,race,religion. We the people start looking down to them because of their omnipotent actions.Instead of looking at the color of someone's skin why don't they look around at the damage that they will be doing.This story pertains to when I had a frightening experience and how I changed after this.
It was a gray cloudy day outside, I was entering 5th grade,my sister preschool,and my brother middle school and it was our first day of school.We were all so excited because my dad would work a lot that we wouldn't see him, The day before he had asked his boss if he could have a week off to take us to school with my mom and pick us up.My dad got a whole week off so we started to imagine how awesome that sounded. It was 7:00 am and it was cold that morning, my mom would always make me wear either a navy blue dress or a polo shirt with a skirt everyday to
school.My father was wearing a raiders beanie, baggy sweats, a gray raider shirt and a baggy black sweater.
My mom had put my little sister in her car seat and my brother was playing with her as I looked out my bedroom window. I was still inside putting my shoes on and my dad was waiting for me.Before my dad and I walked out of the door we check that all the doors were locked.We live in a safe neighborhood but after watching so many action and scary movies you become paranoid and you start checking if you locked all the doors.
When we made it outside the engine of the car was on, my mom had turned the engine on so she could put the heater of the car on.All of a sudden I see a man all covered up, he was in all black and geared up and on his chest read the words “POLICE” he had a helmet on and he wore big black shoes.He looked terrified he was shaking and he was all alone he was holding a gun but it was faced down.As he came closer my dad walked to him to figure out if he needed help or if the man was okay because the man was trembling as my dad approached this man , the man started to point the gun higher and higher aiming for my father's head.He had told me to go in the car and lock the door of the car so that my sister wouldn't be able to see anything but when I was about to lock the door of the car my brother opened it and ran out not even thinking twice about what he was about to do.
My dad was talking with the cop who was still pointing the gun to his head .He asked him what he was doing up so early in the morning, my dad replied with “I'm taking my kids to school” and the cop asked him for his license my dad pulled out his wallet dropped it on the floor and kicked his wallet he did exactly what the cop asked him to do in his wallet where his ID and his driver license.As time past the cop asked my dad if he could see us and my dad said “no” I have a 4 year old daughter in there and I don't want her to see you pointing the gun to my head.
My brother had ran to hug my dad and the cop even pointed the gun to my 12 year old brother.He kept telling my brother to walk away and my brother didn't want to.being only 9 seeing this made a huge impact in my life because I was so young and my sister saw and even though she was only four it scarred her. I changed and for that I respect my dad more because what would have happened if he shot my dad I live everyday appreciating that I have
him.