Historical Memoir: Boston Marathon 2013
It was the 2012 Boston Marathon. My mom was running, and the whole family was in Boston to cheer her on. We followed her along the race and even got to see her run at multiple check points. Finally, after hours of walking around the Boston streets, we reached the finish line. My mom finished! She got a great time, and we were all super proud of her. My two aunts, two uncles, my dad, Evan, and five grandchildren had come to cheer her on. We all walked across the park to my dad's friend's house. The air felt crisp and cold, but the trees were beautiful. The colors were magnificent. We entered our friend's apartment that had a great view of the street right next to the finish line of the marathon. We watched happy families walk across the two-block park. Suddenly, we heard a boom! We got a call from our friend who was out of Boston who said to turn on the TV. We did and saw pictures of an explosion. At the time, most people thought it had been caused by a gas leak or something else natural. We looked out the window and saw people running. We dropped our grasshopper pie, said goodbye to the family, and ran out to our car. We knew the traffic would be terrible, so we wasted no time getting out of the area. We drove to our aunt's house, and thankfully, most of our stuff was packed. We quickly threw everything into our bags and headed out the door. The traffic was already bad. We turned on the radio and listened to a male talk about the explosion. He said that they still didn't know what caused it, and that some people got hurt. We did not know the extent of the explosion yet. We reached the airport and waited in a special section with comfortable chairs. The news was on, showing depressing footage of the explosion. By this time, I was getting dozens of calls and texts from friends and family members. They had all heard about the occurrence and wanted to make sure my mom and my family was okay. It felt good to think of the people who thought about our family. On the ride home, I turned on the television. Reporters said that there were dead bodies. That really shook me up. I was just starting to realize that if my mom had, let's say, twisted her ankle and had to limp the marathon, she could have been a victim of the explosion.The thought that my mom or a family member could have been near the explosion was hard to think about. This event personally affected me emotionally. I felt so bad for the families who had lost someone, and I can't even imagine what they could be going through. Now I try to be much more appreciative of life because I know that it can end so suddenly when you wouldn't expect it. I am more thankful for what I have because I know how quickly you can lose it. This was a life-changing moment for not only me, but also people everywhere. We all can learn something from this terrible event.
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