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Life Changing Experience : A Life Changing Experience In My Life

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Everyone has that one experience that makes them look at life with a new set of eyes. My life changing experience happened a little earlier than most. It was the summer before first grade. We had gotten an exceptional amount of rain in the past months even though it was summer. I did not notice, though, because summer was every six year old's favorite holiday, next to Christmas and their birthday. My summer was supposed to be like any other but it quickly took a turn. For the best or for the worst? That is debatable.
June 8th, 2008 was the day my whole life turned upside down. It was a hot and humid Sunday afternoon. My blond, curly headed six year old self was taking a nap on the couch in our living room with a huge window that looked out over our front yard. I used to love to stand at that window during the summer and look at the bustling neighborhood. My mom and little sister were taking a walk around the neighborhood, while my dad was in our garage tinkering with something.
Around three o’clock, my mom and sister came running into the house through the front door. This may sound normal but my family always came in through the garage, unless we were in a hurry. My mom woke me up while my sister repeated something that I could not decipher. It took a couple minutes for my brain to register what she had said.
She kept repeating, “There’s water in the street.”
My initial thought was that it was raining. My younger self could not grasp the concept of raging waters flowing down a suburban street. So, I jumped off the couch and ran to the giant window in our living room. I peeked through the blinds. From what I could see the neighborhood was completely normal. Then I saw it.
Several people from the neighborhood were standing outside on their freshly cut lawns, yelling to each other.
My dad heard all of the ruckus so he came in and asked, “What’s going on? What’s all that outside?”
So, my mom turned on the tv to the news channel and sat down on the couch. One of the reporters was standing somewhere that I recognized as the place I had lived in my whole life. Why would they need to come to Columbus? Nothing ever happens in Columbus. I wondered.
I asked my mom, “What’s going on? Why are those people here?”

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