March 26, 2008 was one of the saddest days for me but it was also a day when I learned many things. This day also had a big impact on what I like to call my reading life.
What happened that day made me realize many things. I learned that I had to live my life and spend time with those that I love because there will be a time when I won't be able to do that ever again. As hard as it was, I had to come to terms that people die everyday and you truly never know when that time will come for you.
When I came back to the U.S. I took a long time trying to see who I was, what I was doing wrong, and what I was doing right. After that time I tried to change for the better. Part of that change was reading. Before then I read but not as much as I do now. I remember seeing how reading was one of the few things that helped me go through that night. Reading calmed me down and helped me not to get overwhelmed seeing all the people that night.
After that time reading became a constant in my life. It's something I know will calm me down when I need it. I hear people saying that they have been reading since they were little kids but that's not the case with me. The first thing that got me into reading was Harry Potter and the second was the death of my cousin. Now my life keeps going and I learned that you have to go along with it. Three things that I won't be able to part with is the memory of what happened, of all those people, and of course the love for books that I got from that experience.
In school, right after I came back, we started poetry and my teacher told us we had to write poems. Most of my classmates had trouble with it but I didn't. Here are some of the poems that I wrote of this experience:
Poem 1 Poem 2
Where did she go? In the day she was
Why did she go? Then in the night she wasn't
She was the best She was away from us
Simple as that
What a little baby Poem 3
We had The day was so hot
A small little baby The night was so sad and cold
That did nothing She had gone away