Hurricane Sandy- Jack Rosenfeld

            It was Monday, October 29^th 2012, the weather had been bad for several days, but no one knew how horrific the destruction of hurricane Sandy would be. I had seen the torrential rain and strong winds, but besides a few blown down trees and a small hope that school would be cancelled, my life had not really been affected by the storm. That all changed on this infamous Monday. 

            Ocean City, New Jersey is where my family and I lived. I went to Ocean City High School but have a lot of friends from neighboring towns. The worst I had heard of the storm so far was the flooding that had occurred in Sea Isle, a neighboring town of mine. I really hadn’t thought much of it; my friends and I had even had a small party that Saturday which we called a “hurricane party”. The first few days of the storm really were a joke, I had seen regular storms worse than this and for some reason they defined this as hurricane, little did I know what was in store.

            When I started to hear stories on the news of boardwalks being torn to shreds and houses being leveled, I started to get scared. Then when I heard what happened in Sea Isle, everything became so real. Those streets that were being destroyed by the storm are streets that I had walked and the restaurants that were now hardly standing were ones I had eaten dinner at. At this point my family and I decided to pack our things and live with my aunt in New York City until the storm simmered down.

            When we arrived at my aunt’s apartment, there was another family there who she was close with. They were also in desperate need of a place to stay while they were waiting out the storm. The apartment was luxurious but definitely not the ideal place to stay with ten people. No one knew what the whether was like back home, but we knew it was far worse than the powerful rain and wind we were experiencing in the city.

Once we were finally able to go back home, we returned to my town. My school, the places I ate, my childhood, everything was ruined. I couldn’t bear the thought of what my house looked like. The area was barely recognizable. Finally we arrived to the place I previously called home, the street I grew up on, my home, rubbish.