Malcolm Kelly - TRAVEL

Travel

As I began to reach the end of the book They Poured Fire On Us From the Sky, I read about how one of the main characters was still on the run but now in another village. He spotted a wagon/ truck going down the road and noticed a man jumping into the back of the truck, underneath the sheet that was attached to it. This must have triggered something in his mind because he didn’t take long to make the decision to jump back there with him. I wondered why he would do something so random not knowing where it would take him for certain. I personally wouldn’t have done something so on the edge not knowing where it would take me. Then I realized that he didn’t have much to lose in the first place.

I can relate to his braveness in doing this because it wasn’t too long ago where I felt very similar to him at this point. I can remember being stuck on the south side of Chicago and not having any power left in my phone. I was not very familiar with the location that I was at. I was in disbelief after losing my cousins in a crowd of people after a parade. It was long after we detached before I began to lose hope in seeing him again. All I can remember was being depressed and still searching for signs of them as the crowd began to decrease in size. I eventually got a hold of a cab that took me to near their home after explaining my situation. I felt similar to the character in the book because I took a risk at a young age of getting in someone’s car not knowing who they were not to mention I wasn’t exactly sure where I was going. I managed to find my way close enough to a store that I was familiar with that I used to find my way back to my cousin’s house. It is never a safe idea to take a risk such as hoping in the back of an unknown wagon or even a taxi cab at such a young age.
I then read about how there was about three thousand land mines were scattered around this village. This made it extremely unsafe for anyone to walk around and even more dangerous to do so at night. I can remember getting out of the taxi cab and being intimidated by the site of so many people just hanging around corners parks and posted on the walls of apartment buildings. Gladly, it wasn’t long before I ran into my aunt who happened to be driving pass my direction. Situations such as these I believed I have made both the lost boy and my life change dramatically. Going through this it has definitely weakened my fear of traveling alone.