Time of Our Lives

By Candace, Age 18


Jean told me the story. She was going to her Sunday school; it was a Japanese school. Her mother and father dropped the kids off at school and then went shopping for food and other needed materials. Then all of a sudden they saw a light in the sky and the walls began to shake. Everything fell to the ground. People panicked. Most people went outside to see what had happened. There was a big puff of smoke. They saw people yelling and screaming.


Luckily Jean’s parents came. They came to pick up the children. They went home and closed all the doors. They were under close watch from that point on. Everyone had to bring their gas masks to school. If you didn’t, you were sent home to grab it. Then they had the bomb test, where there would be practices if a real bomb hit. They had to all get under their tables and hide with their gas masks on. They were not allowed to do anything until the bell went off to say everything was okay. While they were home, they had to be very quiet. All lights had to be turned off by six o’clock. No one could be out of the house. If you were, you were thought to be a spy for the Japanese. They were taken to the concentration camps. Jean was about six when this happened.


When she told me the story, it was an awakening moment. I didn’t realize that such a terrible thing happened. It didn’t seem so bad when I learned about it in school. When you hear the story from a person that has actually lived through the moment, it’s something else. You can feel how it was at the time of the incident. It feels as if you were actually there. This has changed my life because I now see how the patriots of the time felt when they recalled the melancholy moment.