Scariest Event in My Life!
Sometimes the scariest things in life can be your surroundings because you never know when something can go wrong. I learned to value everything I have these days because you never know when you might lose something or somebody, that’s irreplaceable.
It was mid June of 1996 and I was living in an eight story building in Harlem in New York City. It was one of the sunniest days of the summertime. It was from this day at age nine when I realized that life is not a dream it is reality. Beautiful and sunny, not too humid- the weather was all I wanted it to be. I had woken up and the first thought that came to my mind was “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood!” as I looked outside and saw my friends laughing and playing across the street at the basketball courts. I slept in because I was on vacation from school. As I was getting out of bed I looked around my room; it looked as usual neat, colorful but simple. I kept it organized because I always had friends coming around. I can’t really remember of what I wore that day but I know that my favorite cousin Taje and my twin sister Lucy and I were all matching had the same outfit on. I quickly got all ready and looked outside and my cousin Taneasha and Taje and my twin sister Lucy were playing hopscotch by the courts. I ran down from my seventh floor apartment building and joined in on their game. As soon as I stepped outside I felt the heat. We watched the guys from our block play a game of basketball and fooled around at the court until our stomachs started growling. We went out to eat at my favorite corner restaurant which had the best Caribbean food. By the time we left back to my house it was about 6:30pm. Taje, Taneasha, and Lucy were all comfortable relaxing watching a movie. We were all hanging out in my room and the next thing you know we started to smell something very unusual. We could not make out the smell but it almost smelt like burning plastic. Our oldest cousin Taje went to go see where the smell was
It was mid June of 1996 and I was living in an eight story building in Harlem in New York City. It was one of the sunniest days of the summertime. It was from this day at age nine when I realized that life is not a dream it is reality. Beautiful and sunny, not too humid- the weather was all I wanted it to be. I had woken up and the first thought that came to my mind was “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood!” as I looked outside and saw my friends laughing and playing across the street at the basketball courts. I slept in because I was on vacation from school. As I was getting out of bed I looked around my room; it looked as usual neat, colorful but simple. I kept it organized because I always had friends coming around. I can’t really remember of what I wore that day but I know that my favorite cousin Taje and my twin sister Lucy and I were all matching had the same outfit on. I quickly got all ready and looked outside and my cousin Taneasha and Taje and my twin sister Lucy were playing hopscotch by the courts. I ran down from my seventh floor apartment building and joined in on their game. As soon as I stepped outside I felt the heat. We watched the guys from our block play a game of basketball and fooled around at the court until our stomachs started growling. We went out to eat at my favorite corner restaurant which had the best Caribbean food. By the time we left back to my house it was about 6:30pm. Taje, Taneasha, and Lucy were all comfortable relaxing watching a movie. We were all hanging out in my room and the next thing you know we started to smell something very unusual. We could not make out the smell but it almost smelt like burning plastic. Our oldest cousin Taje went to go see where the smell was