Personal Narrative: My Trip To Birmingham

It was one of those super cold Sundays when I woke up to the sound of Momma sobbing. I jumped off the top of my bunk-bed that I shared with my little brother Kenny and checked on the bottom bunk to make sure that nothing had happened to him. He was lying there fast asleep. I could never understand how he could sleep through Momma’s crying and Joey’s sleep screams and yells that sounded usually like, “Don’t take him away” and “Oww! Stop! Please, stop.” This sort of stuff happened a lot since Dad died. I almost never sleep at all now. The slightest sound of Joey’s screaming or Momma’s crying and all I could do was sit there on my bed and check for Kenny who was always fast asleep dreaming away. Then I’d climb back into bed and cry too thinking, …show more content…
This was the worst time of my life you see my family had taken a trip to Birmingham just before my old man had died. We had been in Birmingham when the Sixteenth Street Baptists Church bombing had happened and it scared my whole family (except for Joey) half to death. My momma and dad practically had one foot out the door the second we heard the loud “BOOM!” and rushed to the church to make sure that Joey was Ok, we were gone before sunrise the next morning we didn’t even stop for gas until we saw the sign that said “Welcome to Tennessee” and Dad could assure Momma that we were safe and no longer in Alabama and up till Ohio we were just driving along the hillbilly countryside. Once we hit about the middle of Ohio and everyone, but Dad had dozed off or fallen asleep I decided to rest too. By the time I woke up we were about half way through Ohio and all I could think about was the fact that Kenny and Joey were still asleep. After all, they had been sleeping since before Momma and me. About four hours later we finally got home and the first thing I did was hug my momma I