I remember back in August 1945, when i was 13 years old. Early in the morning i heard a loud siren and thought the americans were coming to bomb Hiroshima. My family ran to the shelter home where we practiced evacuation drills. One hour later a siren went off and we began to exit.

A couple of friends and me were still in the shelter when we heard a big noise like a 'BOONG!' 'BOONG!' Like that. That was the sound." After the sound, I heard a loud scream coming from one of my friends. As the bomb was coming down she happened to be looking at the clock and was immediately blinded i guess from all the radiaton. I remember seeing "dead people all over.I can remember, I saw a soldier that was right on his horse just dead! Also that a streetcar had stopped just at that moment of the bomb and the people still standing, dead."

"Mainly, I just wanted to find my family. Finally! I was home and of course my home was gone and I could not find none of them." We all got split up in the shelter and when everyone left it was very hard to find them.
Surviving the bombing of my city has made her appreciate everything even most of the small things. I go out every morning and look at the sky and the sun and I am very appreciative of everything I have. You don't always have that, I carry that sad emotion, yes, and when I talk about it, it comes back. And I just take my hand and I erase the picture from in my mind.

I also live with fear. I fear the end of the world. I would say i wish more than anyhing there will never be another bombing like that. We all have to work towards peace. That's the only way I know how to put it.