As we rounded the corner, running as fast as we could, tear gas grenades had just started to fall. I then thought to my self, "How could a day this perfect have so much death and blood-shed?"

 It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny. My mother, my cousin, and I were going to the "Battalla de Flowers" [sic?] parade in San Antonio.

 While my mother was looking for a place to sit, I carried the folding chairs. My cousin Lisa and I saw a place to sit. There was a spot in front of a small blue trailer with the freeway up and behind it. It looked like a great place to sit to us, but my mother of course disagreed. She said, "No, we'll get sun burned!" So we ended up getting a place on the other side of the street with a used car place in back of us. Other people quickly took the place on the other side of the street which my mother had rejected. I distinctly remember where we were sitting. Behind us people were sitting on the hoods of the used cars. Above them an advertising balloon was floating.

 Soon the parade started, and we could here the deep sound of the beating drums in the background, coming closer. When they finally reached us I saw beautiful floats, women in long flowing dresses, and Academy people twirling fake guns. Then it started!

 At first everyone thought that the sounds were fireworks or kids playing with firecrackers. We were wrong! We knew something was wrong when people everywhere started falling. Their limp bodies hitting the ground like beef on a butcher table. The next thing I knew I was on the ground. At first I thought I had been shot. My mother had pushed me and my cousin on the ground and was laying on my back. She then pulled the chairs on top of us. The people to the left of us had been hit but we found out later that their blue-jeans had stopped the bullets from doing worse damage than they did (Thank God for Calvin Klein). The people whom we were facing, while lyeing on our stomaches, were also hit. When they were hit blood was falling right in front of my face. We were lyeing there for an eternity it seemed when someone finally did something. A man who was in back of us jumped up and told us what to do. He said, "He's gotten the cops! There's no one who can help us!" Panic stricken, everyone, including us, started to run, following his lead. As we were running all I could see were silver objects with smoke belching forth.

 As we rounded the corner we saw a woman in a long white old car. She gestured to us to come to her. She then asked what was going on. We told her some maniac was shooting people. She then asked, "Well are they gonna finish the parade after they shoot him?" We just looked at her and then ran. We kept running till we finally came to our friend's house who was living close by.

 We later found out that the sniper had a grocery cart full of guns and ammo for them. Seven people were killed and about fifty-two were injured. Four of the people killed were the people who were sitting where I had wanted to sit. In front of the "Blue Trailer."  That's where he was, in the blue trailler.

 Thank God for mother's intuition. If it weren't for her we'd all be dead!