I remember about a year and a half ago, I had this feeling that something bad was going to happen in Tacoma, which is where my dad works. Not wanting to ruin my sisters homecoming rush which was on the same day, I asked my dad if he could stay home with me. Since he smiled. hugged me and went to work, I let the feeling go and didn't think about it again. Around 3:00 pm, my dad called and told us that there was an explosion at the old factory right next to his office. We turned on the news and watched the re-runs of the explosion. Luckily my dad was alright, but the fact that he could have gotten hurt scared me.

I know that there wasn't anything that I could do to stop the factory exploding or my dad going to work that day. I wish I would have insisted on my dad staying home, but that wouldn't have worked since he needed to go to work and I would just have ended up getting in trouble. I probably could have handled it better being that I was 13 years old at the time, but I think that the emotional pressure of having my dads life in danger was something I couldn't keep bottled up.