“I remember hearing sirens for a second time, so my dad walked outside to look. He turned around immediately, and I saw his face turn to horror as he began to scream for us to get downstairs. He screamed for me to get down, but due to my disability, I was unable to. My dad grabbed me and pulled me down to the concrete basement floor. My ears started to pop repeatedly, and I heard a lot of crashing and screaming. It sounded like a jet engine was on top of us. I felt myself being pulled across the basement floor and things were hitting and landing on top of me. All around me were large boards and parts of the flooring from other houses. It looked as if a bomb had gone off. I don’t know how we survived it, but luckily, we did.”