Personal Narrative: Moving To Israel

When I was around four years old, my family and I moved to Huaröd, 100 meters from my grandparents. We moved just before christmas. In Israel we lived in Kadima where minus degrees were very rare, but when I came here it was frozen. I had a lots of fun on the ice and snow. At the 31th of december my family including my grandparents, and I were invited to our neighbours for new year's eve, it was the first time I ever heard swedish, and I was confused, I did not really understood what people around me said. I was running around because what else can one do when other children do not want to be with you until I heard a big boom. It was obviously fireworks, but I did not know what fireworks were. It might be strange to those who live here ,how can it be that I had never seen or heard, but in Kadima I never saw or …show more content…
I just knew that when I heard that I should close the window, close the lights and hide beneath my bad, each time I heard an explosion I was terrified of it, so what do you think I did when I heard the fireworks at Linda and Jörgen? I did the same, as when terrorists tried to come in through the strawberryfield to my neighborhood in Kadima, I screamed at everybody else to do the same I forced all the children to take shelter and I cried when the grownups, except Yael and Valdemar didn’t want to listen to me. Everybody thought that I am crazy boy except my family. Around the same time hunters started to come to my neighbours in order to hunt. People were shooting all over the place and I thought that here is so scary and unsafe I was afraid to go to the forest and when Yael convinced me to come with her It was under condition that we will build a shelter in the forest against