Mt. St. Helens by K. and A.

My name is Daniella and this was my trip to Mount Saint Helens. I was ten years old and my Dad was a scientist. My mom passed away when I was seven, and we were visiting her grave by Mount Saint Helens. It was a perfect day to take pictures and my Dad went on top to take some. I was sitting on a rock near my Mom's grave singing Happy Birthday to her. She just turned 38. Suddenly I heard this loud awful noise. The ground began to shake violently. My heart started pounding, I wondered where my Dad was. The ground started to shake even more and I tripped on a rock. My hand fell on a sharp piece of wood and it started to gush out blood. I saw my Dad only a few feet away laying peacefully like he couldn't feel anything. I saw a rescue helicopter and I waved my hands wildly. It came down to pick us up. They bandaged up my hand and headed home. Me and my Dad survived, but it was a very scary experience.