Today of all days os by far the worst for me and the few others, who are old enough to remember the tragedy.  You se today is the thirtieth anniversary of the largest Atomic Bomb explosion in history, and for many the time to remember and also forget what happened.  However, my story is slightly different, for today is my birthday, my thirty-seventh in fact.  Some say that at the age of seven I was too young to understand, and be able to remember what happened, but I do remember, more plainly than I would care to.
        It was a calm beautiful day, or as beautiful as it could be for being the middle of December in Florida, it was only about sixty degrees which at the time I thought was rather cold, I know better now.  I was getting ready for my friends to come over for my party as any normal seven year old would, totally oblivious to the fat that this wasn't going ot be any normal birthday party.  The government was doing some testing on the Atomic Bomb, not fifty miles away from my house, out to sea, and it was because of that testing that the world is the way that is is today.  As my friends began to arrive my mother showed them to the basement where I was anxiously awaiting their arrival so my party could begin.
        I was as happy as any seven year old could be on their birthday when the entire house began to shake and things were falling from everywhere, some of my friends got trapped under support beams and others got thrown around and split their heads open.  I was one of the lucky ones, or so I thought at the time.  After it was over, I found out that my mother who was in the kitchen preparing to bring down my cake, was killed, and by something that was originally designed to protect us.  Now everyone that survived the blast lives with the pain of the memories, from having to start everything over again form the beginning.  Nearly everything was lost and what we do have, there is very little of.  Most os us live in small wooden structures made entirely out of twigs, which constantly have to be rebuilt because of the very strong wings that come with the lack of trees.  Along with always rebuilding our shelters we also have to go out searching for food, which is even harder to come  by than the twigs for our shelters.
        It is always on this day that I remember the events that occurred, and it is always on this day on which I ask myself why I was not killed as well, why I was sparred.  I have been asking myself these same questions for thirty years now, and I still haven't come up with a suitable answer.  Maybe next year I will come up with it, if I live to see next year.