Portait of myself

My First Memory 

To be honest, my first memory was not the happiest. I think I was about 5 when the event occurred. It was in the evening when I heard I loud, terrible crashing noise. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I assumed that my mom had just dropped something in the kitchen. I asked her “did you drop something”, she replied with a quick and concerned “no”. She was looking straight ahead when the curtains beamed a yellowish- orange color. We both ran over to the window and saw what appeared to be a plane. Not just a plane in the sky- no, the plane was sticking into a house, 3 houses away.

           

            After that, the night was really just a hectic blur. I can remember running outside to see what was going on, and my dad coming to pick me up after the crazy scene. So basically, a plane crashed into another plane during flight. One plane went straight down, and the other flew a little farther before crashing to the ground. Everyone in the plane died, but no deaths occurred for people who were around outside, but some were injured and had to go to the hospital. Luckily, the people who owned the house the plane crashed into were not home. I think the event of this occurring has made me more on the edge about planes, and well- just life. However, now I have a good story to tell.

5 Frame Story

Actually I did something different here. I chose to do my belly, which is my least favorite part.

Blue Lonely Ocean

(sorry it's REALLY corny)

Ive been up all night

Trying to end the fight

I’m here alone,

Yelling at the phone

and when i'm in the ocean

i start drowning in my emotions

Sailing on a boat

But soon it wont be a float

My feelings are pushing it down

And you’ve left me out here to drown

As I sink into the blue, I call out to you

Save me

But you left me here to be, 

as I slowly fall into the sea.