What is a hometown? A hometown is often described as the place where you are born. Some people like me though, have moved around a lot since they have been born. They do not exactly remember what their hometown is like, so they refer to their hometown as a place where they were raised. From when I was born, I have lived in an apartment, a mobile home, my grandparent’s house, to the house I live in today in Anaheim Hills. The one place I consider to be my hometown is my house in Anaheim Hills, for it is the one place I have done the most growing up. This is also the one place that I have had the most interesting experiences, like surviving a tornado and almost getting flooded by the Prado Dam.
My family moved to the place that is our home in May of 1999. I was in the fourth grade, and now living in our own independent house. We lived right off the 91 freeway across the street of the Kaiser Permanente Hospital. The one problem every young boy has when they move is finding new friends. My dad suggested that I “walk door-to-door to every house and ask if anyone would like to be my friend.” So I did. Amazingly, I made two friends that way, but sadly enough they would both end up betraying me a few years later. I met my best friend when I was in the 7th grade. My mom told me about this boy that got mixed up in a weapon problem at school. She thought that I should be friends with him and help him get back on the right track in life. We ended up becoming best friends, and still keep in contact to this day.
My hometown of Anaheim Hills has experienced a couple of interesting events in the past few years. For example, one day, my sister and I were playing Pictionary in the house because it was raining hard outside. Suddenly, we heard a loud whistling noise coming from our door. We rushed out of the room and found my mom, who brought us to the center of our house and huddled us together. When the whistling stopped, my sister looked out the window and exclaimed that she saw something big and dark move down the street. We went outside when the rain subsided to check what happened. Most of the shingles from our roof were torn off, and a giant tree was blown over onto a neighbor’s house. There were news vans everywhere getting interviews about what happened, and everyone was saying that a tornado hit our neighborhood.
Another event that hit our hometown happened while we were sleeping. Our family woke up one morning, and everyone was freaking out about how high the Santa Ana River was that day. Since the river was about 100 feet of level ground away from our house, we were very concerned. We checked the news, and found out that Prado Dam almost broke the night before. Some of Corona was already flooded. We learned that the Prado Dam was in danger of breaking so they had to let out a lot of the water to relieve pressure. They said that if the Prado Dam did fail that night, our house would have been taken out in 15 seconds, and that the Angels Stadium would have been four feet underwater.
Anaheim Hills is my hometown because it is the place where I grew up. I may not have been born there, but it is where I learned a lot about life, and experienced many things. I have survived people and Mother Nature. I believe that if it wasn’t for Anaheim Hills, I would not be the same person that I am today.
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