Personal Narrative: Pearl Harbor Attack

I was flying, high up in the atmosphere, zooming past clouds, skirting birds, and basking in the hot sun. The sky, a never-ending vast expanse of teal blue, surrounded me, as I flew somewhere. I felt like I was on top of the world. The air rushed past me creating a soft whistle in my ear, but making my body cool. I don't know why, but I was so excited and joyous. My heart was racing, my eyes widening, and a smile growing across my face. Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw why I am so happy. A chain of islands, appearing out of nowhere in the large and gigantic dark blue ocean, popped into my view as I automatically flew towards them. The closer I got, the more I knew where I was headed. It was the one place that has captured my mind and …show more content…
At Pearl Harbor we embarked on a boat to the sunken wreckage of the USS Arizona, a Navy ship that was bombed during the attack. We walked through museums and exhibitions, learning more about the attack, the causes and effects, and the destruction. At a memorial we saw the names of all who died that day and paid respect to them. After that, we headed down to the capital of Hawaii, Honolulu. The city defied my expectations that I had set. Unlike Los Angeles or New York, nothing in Honolulu made me think it was a city. There barely were buildings taller than apartment ones and the infrastructure was one of a small town. The total area of the downtown to me was only two blocks. My perspective of the city is now forever changed. But, then again, Honolulu is merely a labeled city and capital, because like most of the state everything was still like it was in the times of the kingdom. One thing I did notice about the native Hawaiians is that they haven't forgotten their roots. They still speak their native tongue and practice their own Polynesian customs. They also still have resentment about the annexation of their kingdom, but that is slowly vanishing. At the center of the city, actually is the old palace of the Hawaiian queen, also known as Iolani Palace. The place was grand and vast filled with ornate furniture and paintings. Staircases, chandeliers, and rooms, evoked a sense of royalty and power. The tour really opened up my eyes to the wonders of the Hawaiian people and culture. Now, I even knew some Hawaiian! As we got back in the car, the surprise popped into my mind and began to pester me like a fly