17
years ago, I sat down by my living room window looking at the thick cloud of
smokie floating through the sky. It was the scariest time of my life. That
night I could not sleep because I was thinking that the people who did the
horrible thing would strike again. The sound of the helicopters in the sky had
me anxious. All night I sat in a chair afraid to sleep, ready and waiting just
in case we were told to leave our home.
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