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"Our Backstory"
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Joanna Blackburn
Here is the Story I promised, just remember I was 13 when I wrote this.
THE FLOOD OF 86
On my way home from school I seen everyone in my neighborhood
loading their cars and trucks with their stuff. I had no idea what was going on.
We didn’t have a car and mom and dad weren’t home yet.
I felt like something bad was happening but I didn’t know what . I never
watch TV, so I didn’t think about turning it on.
I was sitting on my windowsill when mom came home.
“Mom, our yard is really holding water.”
“Jody, you know it always does that.”
I sat at my windowsill watching the water get higher and higher. My
windowsill is knee high off the ground. When the water was half way to my
windowsill, I yelled, “MOM, are you sure it’s not flooding?”
“No, Jody, it’s not flooding.”
Mom was losing her patients with me. So I kept quiet. I watched my
whole neighborhood leave. I watched trash, limbs and leaves float by. When
the water got to my windowsill, I put on my black vest. I put my make up in one
pocket and my collection of button pins in the other.
I unhooked my stereo and held it over my head. I wasn’t listening to mom
no more. Early in the week while I had been at school part of our house had
flooded, but this time felt different. I wasn’t scared, but I didn’t know how to
swim.
“Mom, I’m going to the church on the hill, you stay here if you want. I’m
leaving.” I waded waist high water up to the church.
When I got there, there was only a couple of adults and the rest were kids.
So I asked “Where are the grown-ups”. The pastor told me “Their all down
sandbagging the river trying to keep it in.”
I got scared my house was the third one from the river. The pastor gave
me some dry clothes and a blanket.
Sometime during the night the river rushed out of its bed and knocked
down my home. I knew my house was in poor shape and barely standing to
start with, so I knew it was gone forever.
My Uncle Tom showed up. Not my parents, where were they. I didn’t ask
for fear of the answer. He took me to Guthrie and I stayed with him and my aunt
and her 3 children. I had lost everything. Not just my home and belongings, but
my friends, my special getaway, my education and my hope. My life changed.
Copyrighted 2001 by The Children’s Writing Institute
Written by: Joanna Miller (Blackburn)
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