My most memorable experience with Katrina has to do with coming home and the aftermath of coming home. Being cooped up in a hotel was stressful enough not really knowing exactly what was going on, but coming home made the stress build ten-fold. We live in Destrehan right next to the levee so we didn\'t flood, but we did get wind damage. A big branch from the tree in our front yard fell on the front of the house above my room and the whole tree in the backyard fell on the fence between my house and our neighbor\'s house, pulling the whole thing down. We had a generator so we spent a couple days there cutting trees and repairing things from further damage, no one unpacked for fear of looters and everyone was on edge and on alert. When we were done with our house, we packed up and went to my uncle\'s house in LaPlace who surprisingly had power. \r\n The ride to LaPlace was probably the most frightened I have ever seen my mom. During Katrina, looters were everywhere and it\'s a known fact, and my uncle informed us that we needed to be careful coming to his house because of them. In my house, we didn\'t have any guns at that time because no one hunted, the best weapons we had were my dads pocket knives and my older brother had a machete his girlfriend at the time had given him. My mom and I were weaponless so what we chose was to grab was a bat, we had plenty of those. Driving that 30 minutes was probably the scariest during my life just from the look on my mom\'s face and the vision of her white knuckles and the police lights lighting the night sky. Everyday after that until the power came back on we were eating leftover ham and swiss cheese sandwiches and cleaning up trees from an acre sized yard.\r\n