Hurricane Katrina: My Experience\r\n \r\n \r\n My father, mother, little sister, and I decided to stay for the hurricane. Like many New Orleans people, my dad didn\'t feel the need to get out of town, and he figured since we lived uptown, the higher level of the city, that we had nothing to really worry about. The day Katrina hit, we were so nervous because we just knew the roof was going to blow away; but we survived through the storm. Actually, the next day, it was sunny outside. Not a cloud in the sky. We didn\'t even know that the levees had broken. The flood water didn\'t reach our house until Tuesday. I guess that\'s because we lived so far away from the broken levees. Water started to come out of the sewer. At first, my dad was saying that it wasn\'t going to get that high. But soon we realized we could not stay t our house any longer.\r\n We ended up walking through 5 feet of filthy flood water to get to the Convention Center. When my family and I first got there, there wasn\'t that many people there. As the night approached, there were at least 2,000 people in the Convention Center from all around the city. We ended up staying there for a week. It was the worst week ever. No food, barely any water, and horrible smells coming from the restrooms and dead bodies that was outside of the Convention Center. My family was relieved when the Army came. We were transported by buses to the airport in Kenner, Louisiana. Then we were flown to San Antonio, where we stayed at a shelter for a day. We had no problem with staying in the shelter because we were just so happy to be out of New Orleans. My uncle, who lives in Killeen, Texas, came to pick us up. Now my parents have permanently relocated in Killeen. They have no intentions on coming back to New Orleans. Living that week is an experience that I have learned from and am still learning from