Terror in Small-Town, USA :: Example Personal Narratives

misgiving in Small-Town, USA     Situated between the lush green coil hills, is Small-Town, USA. It was election day, and looking forward to a visit to the ice woof shop, I accompanied my grandfather as he drove the ten-mile expedition to town. Country life offered little excite manpowert, but that day an air of queasiness replaced the usual contentment one felt while passing senior(a) buildings, their drabness contrasted sharply by a fewer colorful, modern improvements. Having washed-out the first ten years of my life here, it was easy to detect all change in the towns mood.   I pondered the worried expression on the faces of the few people we byword on the streets. It seemed everyone was in a hurry. There were not the usual groups gathered to exchange local gossip. Most noticeable was the absence of children.   As my grandfathers dilapidated Ford approached the towns only traffic light, we were greeted-not by newsbreak red, yellow or gree n--but by uniformed National Guardsmen armed with guns and seem much out of place in such placid surroundings. As our vehicle slowed to a stop, I was aghast as I saw before me a huge machine gun, pointed in our direction. A early days guardsman walked briskly to the car and explained, almost apologetically, Sorry Sir, but well have to inquisition your car. Just routine procedure.   As the car was being searched, we learned the reason for such drastic precautionary measures. A man whom we knew and who was a outlook for the sheriffs office, had been brutally murdered in the presence of his wife and daughter. It was rumored that the opposing ships company was responsible for the fatal shotgun blast, and other rumors stated that explosives would be brought into town to bomb the courthouse.   As this unbelievable information was being given, I sit petrified, trying to convince myself that this was the same town where, only yesterday, old men in dirty overalls lounged around the courthouse, spitting tobacco and discussing the forthcoming election. Dogs and children had romped freely on the sidewalks, while women browsed in the stores for hours without buying anything. Strangely, all this had changed overnight, and the preconceptions I had almost our peaceful country and the glorious right to vote were beginning to leaden as a sour note.