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The Crisis by Haley

Below is a narrative paper Haley wrote.  Age 10. 

The Crisis

When covid-19 came, the world changed. Toilet paper was hoarded, people were ill with a mysterious sickness, and sadly people were dying.It was a somber time.

In March 2020, my family and I were on a vacation in Rockport , Texas. For the first week, it was the best week of my life. We went shopping and went to the beach every day! We sat outside on the front porch and did our homeschool. We were carefree. 

Then the second week, I noticed my mom and dad seemed stressed. I didn’t know until a few before we left that a new sickness had arrived. Now we just stayed in the house.Occasionally we left to go to the beach .Then suddenly, all of the toilet paper and water was sold out. We thought a lock down might be coming.

Shortly after we got home, we had a lock down. We had to wear masks, no church and no Y.M.C.A!  

In Jan 2021, we got covid. For us, it was like the flu. It didn’t feel like a big deal at all. It felt scary at the time, but it was a relief when it was over.

Now, two years into the pandemic there is a lot we know and learned. There is also a lot we don't know.There are rumors that it came from a lab in China, but it could have come from a bat. I think it came from a lab. Is the vaccine safe? How long will it last? Is this the new normal?

    Looking into the future, I hope covid will be a distant memory. No more masks. No more death counts.No more social distancing. The pandemic was the worst two years of my life. Well, I guess it wasn't so bad-but, thats a narrative for another day!     

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