Personal Narrative: Robin's Air Force Base

I was fifteen years old when my mother and I left Georgia. The area that we lived in was a mash-up of cultures. One half of the town was occupied by the Air force, and the other half was ruled by the people, and those people weren’t necessarily good-hearted people. When my parents were still married, we lived on the base itself. I’m going to break down the anatomy of a military Air force base, just in case you don’t know. There are many different kinds of military bases around the world. Some bases make planes; some bases are a pit stop for planes and heavy artillery. Robins Air Force Base, the one that I lived on in Georgia, was a refueling base. This meant that the sky above my head was always clouded by planes and jets. At first the noise was really loud; everywhere you turned you heard the annoying drone of a plane soaring up above you. But after awhile, you get used to the sound. After 15 years of marriage my mom finally made a plan, and left my dad. This meant that we were thrown into a completely knew culture, off of the air force base. Luckily, my schools didn’t change, but the atmosphere around me certainly did. My mom was struggling to food on the table and keep my brother out of jail, while all around

There were people all around us who watched, but didn’t step in to help me. We tried to call 911, and we were on HOLD for 10 minutes. On hold with 911. It was horrible. I will always remember that day. It was one of the worst things that had ever happened to me, and I relived that day in my dreams for months after that. After we talked to the police, we left. After that day we would go through many other hardships. We expirenced homelessness, starvation, depression, and many other hardships. But, as weird as it may sound, I’m glad that all of those bad things happened. The struggle of surviving has made me into the person that I am today, and I wouldn’t trade my past for anything. That’s my happy