Silence During Rush Hour Everything Stopped - 1632 Words

Silence during rush hour†¦ everything stopped. What was it? These were the last thoughts to go through my adolescent mind. These very few minutes of my whole eighteen years of living have always come back to mind whenever I revisit my memories about life and death and how I should cherish life for what I have. That day changed my views; my views on people and of people as individuals, having lives separate from my own very censored life until that point. This day started out like any other Saturday, a busy morning of the same old thing, staring at the same blotchy painted ceiling the moment my eyes peered open from the ringing in my ears, from my alarm clock and hearing background noise, of guns shooting from the newest R.P.G. game my†¦show more content†¦As a child I would additionally have great adventures of traveling like those actors on television seeing the more luxurious things in life from the cars they drove to the food they ate it was like another world in com parison seeing a new country and having new extravagant experiences such as riding on the backs of enormous elephants into the vast jungles of the Amazon Rainforest or becoming a race car driver in the South of France, bobbing and weaving between streets in my expensive Ferrari. These were just glimpses of a life not meant for me at the time of being a prepubescent child. Finally I rolled out of bed after I let my mind wander into the more fanciful things about a highly unlikely future. I suddenly plummeted on to the hard wood floor but thankfully a mountain of clothes cushioned my fall. This sure woke me right up. After a while I picked something out to wear. That day in particular I remember that I wanted to look less like a child and more â€Å"adulty† as I used to call it. For some reason deep in the back of my closet I surprisingly had something that was calling out for me to wear proudly. I started to smell my mother’s usual breakfast for Saturday morning but it smelled a little different this time, so whilst my stomach was rumbling and grumbling and my mouth started to salivate to the oh so delicious smells coming from the kitchen, I quickly finished getting dressed. I then ran downstairs in a hurry to