I was sitting on my enormous couch, sinking into the warm cushions while being brain washed by the ridiculous cartoons on that night; and at the same time I was trying to do my homework. The loud crash, bash, and bops of the cartoon were making it impossible to solve the math equations I was assigned to do. My dad walked briskly into the noisy room, I prepared myself for the loud remarks that were about to pour from my fathers mouth like a never ending river of words. When he started changing the channels, I was very confused. Then he stopped at the news. I saw all sorts of cars, houses and businesses ruined. My heart sank, I felt sick. I thought of all of the families who lost everything. I still see the park submerged in water, the lost emotions, laughter, and memories collected in that park. I thought about all of the people who were forced to relocate, and start all over. The streets were flooded, and there were no signs of anything, except the uprooted trees, and the dilapidated buildings. I stayed up late that night watching, and listening about Hurricane Sandy.