I Will Never Get My Innocence Back
By: Sharon DeMayo
Have you ever thought that within a single afternoon you could lose your sense of security? Have you ever taken into consideration changing completely the way you look at the world around you? That happened to me, and I'm still paying for the consequences of somebody else's action. The feeling of security and serenity, that everyone should have, is often taken away with brutality for the price of a few dollars. Unfortunately, this happens over and over throughout the world, and it is hard for the victims of criminal actions to recover from their deep wounds.
It was just a day like any other, if possible, even better because it was a Saturday, the end of the working week, and one of the first nice and sunny days of Rome's spring. My best friend and I were in the shop that she owns. It was the middle of the afternoon; we were both pretty happy and making plans for the weekend, and the atmosphere was extremely relaxed, almost lazy. Suddenly a man entered in the shop. We knew, somehow, that he didn't look like one of our usual customers, but we welcomed him politely anyway. Without any hesitation he pulled something out of his coat that we did not recognize immediately, but when he ordered us to go into the back with him, there was no doubt that this "something" was a gun. We were so scared that we could barely understand what was going on. My heart was beating so franticly, that I thought everyone could hear it. Suddenly, while watching the entire scene in astonishment, a shiver ran down my spine. I had that kind of feeling like when you are not sure if you're dreaming or not. In the beginning, I thought it was a stupid joke by a similarly stupid friend of ours, but it took me half a second to realize that it was cruel reality. I still shudder at the thought of it. He seemed to me so calm and so used to this kind of action. "Don't you dare say a single word and come with me in the storage" he said. It was almost a whisper, a few simple words uttered nastily. He gave us precise orders and while doing this, he offended us and kept reminding us that he could shoot at any time. He looked for the money in the register, from our wallets, then he asked for our jewelry and we gave him all he wanted. He was imperturbable while bringing his "job" to conclusion. At that point, he was supposed to leave, instead, he seemed not to have any intention to do so. Suddenly I remember his face becoming soaked in sweat. My friend and I had no chance to talk to each other and exchange our thoughts, but I'm sure we had the same horrible feeling. Fortunately, after a few interminable minutes he left.
You can never know where you can feel safe; growing up you learn that gradually. When you are a child, you feel safe with your parents in your home or wherever you are not alone. Then you begin to understand the news and you learn that horrible things are happening "out there", but you still keep thinking that those events are just other people's worries, not yours. Terrible things happen only to the people you read about in the newspaper, but you will soon start to explore the world on your own and little, insignificant, nasty things begin to happen to you too. You see a car accident, you look at ambulances, someone is mean to you and, somehow, you know that this is as the world goes. Then your conscience starts to make you realize that you are a person like any other. So why couldn't bad things happen to you? You are afraid that something could happen and, depending on your optimistic or pessimistic mood, you can deal or not with this thought.
I think that from the precise moment the guy walked out of the shop, I completely changed my way of relating to the world. Someone could say that I am exaggerating, and maybe they are right, but this is how I feel. I always look around to see which kinds of people are possibly following me. Now I usually double-check everything: if I've locked myself in the car or in the house. I think about how to dress if I have to go out alone or in a particular part of the town; I am always careful not to wear any jewelry. Whenever an unknown guy is getting too close or is trying to get information from me, I tighten up. I know that it is wrong, that not everyone is looking to attack me again. After all, I consider myself lucky, since nothing really bad happened to me or to my friend, but what affects me is the thought of what could have happened. We could have died or he could have beaten or raped us! I know that I have to work on it because since that day I haven't felt safe anymore, What I don't know is where to start. Now I am sure only of one fact, that I blame this guy, not for having taken my jewelry, but for having deprived me of my innocence.
By: Sharon DeMayo
Have you ever thought that within a single afternoon you could lose your sense of security? Have you ever taken into consideration changing completely the way you look at the world around you? That happened to me, and I'm still paying for the consequences of somebody else's action. The feeling of security and serenity, that everyone should have, is often taken away with brutality for the price of a few dollars. Unfortunately, this happens over and over throughout the world, and it is hard for the victims of criminal actions to recover from their deep wounds.
It was just a day like any other, if possible, even better because it was a Saturday, the end of the working week, and one of the first nice and sunny days of Rome's spring. My best friend and I were in the shop that she owns. It was the middle of the afternoon; we were both pretty happy and making plans for the weekend, and the atmosphere was extremely relaxed, almost lazy. Suddenly a man entered in the shop. We knew, somehow, that he didn't look like one of our usual customers, but we welcomed him politely anyway. Without any hesitation he pulled something out of his coat that we did not recognize immediately, but when he ordered us to go into the back with him, there was no doubt that this "something" was a gun. We were so scared that we could barely understand what was going on. My heart was beating so franticly, that I thought everyone could hear it. Suddenly, while watching the entire scene in astonishment, a shiver ran down my spine. I had that kind of feeling like when you are not sure if you're dreaming or not. In the beginning, I thought it was a stupid joke by a similarly stupid friend of ours, but it took me half a second to realize that it was cruel reality. I still shudder at the thought of it. He seemed to me so calm and so used to this kind of action. "Don't you dare say a single word and come with me in the storage" he said. It was almost a whisper, a few simple words uttered nastily. He gave us precise orders and while doing this, he offended us and kept reminding us that he could shoot at any time. He looked for the money in the register, from our wallets, then he asked for our jewelry and we gave him all he wanted. He was imperturbable while bringing his "job" to conclusion. At that point, he was supposed to leave, instead, he seemed not to have any intention to do so. Suddenly I remember his face becoming soaked in sweat. My friend and I had no chance to talk to each other and exchange our thoughts, but I'm sure we had the same horrible feeling. Fortunately, after a few interminable minutes he left.
You can never know where you can feel safe; growing up you learn that gradually. When you are a child, you feel safe with your parents in your home or wherever you are not alone. Then you begin to understand the news and you learn that horrible things are happening "out there", but you still keep thinking that those events are just other people's worries, not yours. Terrible things happen only to the people you read about in the newspaper, but you will soon start to explore the world on your own and little, insignificant, nasty things begin to happen to you too. You see a car accident, you look at ambulances, someone is mean to you and, somehow, you know that this is as the world goes. Then your conscience starts to make you realize that you are a person like any other. So why couldn't bad things happen to you? You are afraid that something could happen and, depending on your optimistic or pessimistic mood, you can deal or not with this thought.
I think that from the precise moment the guy walked out of the shop, I completely changed my way of relating to the world. Someone could say that I am exaggerating, and maybe they are right, but this is how I feel. I always look around to see which kinds of people are possibly following me. Now I usually double-check everything: if I've locked myself in the car or in the house. I think about how to dress if I have to go out alone or in a particular part of the town; I am always careful not to wear any jewelry. Whenever an unknown guy is getting too close or is trying to get information from me, I tighten up. I know that it is wrong, that not everyone is looking to attack me again. After all, I consider myself lucky, since nothing really bad happened to me or to my friend, but what affects me is the thought of what could have happened. We could have died or he could have beaten or raped us! I know that I have to work on it because since that day I haven't felt safe anymore, What I don't know is where to start. Now I am sure only of one fact, that I blame this guy, not for having taken my jewelry, but for having deprived me of my innocence.
1- Which of these do you know from the title?
The writer met a man with a gun.
The author was a visitor in Rome.
It was a hot summer day in Rome.
The author gets hurt in this story.
A man in a shop made a big difference in the life of the author.
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2- What is this story about?
A day of shopping in Rome
A joke that a stupid friend played on the writer.
A car accident and other bad things that happen to people.
Being sure one locks the door to the car and house.
A robbery and its effect on the writer’s life.
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3- Which of these is true?
The man in the shop was one of the usual customers.
The writer was in the shop alone.
Everyone knew immediately that the robber had a gun.
The author and her friends discussed the situation.
The thief took money and jewellery.
4- Which paragraph describes when the writer first realized that bad things don't just happen to *other* people?
Paragraph 1
Paragraph 2
Paragraph 3
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5- Why does the author consider herself lucky?
She did not lose all her money.
She has never been robbed again.
She was only injured slightly.
She was able to fight off her attacker.
She could have been hurt or killed, but she wasn't.
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6- What was the most serious result of the robbery?
The author doesn't trust others or feel safe.
The author was found guilty of a crime.
The store that her friend owned was closed after the robbery.
The author was beaten up.
The robber was taken to jail.
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7- Which is true about the author?
She is pleased with her loss of innocence and trust.
She blames the robber for taking her innocence away.
It is years later, and she feels safe again now.
She no longer locks her car or house door.
She has not been able to travel out of the country after the robbery.
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* Put the following events in the correct order as they took place in the story:
The robber ordered the women into the storage.
He asked the women for their money and jewellery.
He pulled out a gun.
The robber left the store.
He threatened he could pull the trigger any minute
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* Fill in the gaps with suitable words from the list below:
action around brutality completely everyone of security single still Unfortunately world wounds
Have you ever thought that within a ………… afternoon you could lose your sense of ………………? Have you ever taken into consideration changing …………… the way you look at the world …………you? That happened to me, and I'm paying for the consequences of somebody else's ………… . The feeling of security and serenity, that ………… should have, is often taken away with …………… for the price of a few dollars. , this happens over and over throughout the …………… , and it is hard for the victims …… criminal actions to recover from their deep ………… .
Choose the correct pairs of adjectives from the box to describe the writer’s feelings at the various stages of the story:
Carefree and expectant
Panicky and breathless
Insecure, unable to trust, and without the innocence she had before
Relieved but shaky
A little wary but polite
1) This is how the writer felt at the beginning of the day.
2) This is how the writer acted when she first met the customer.
3) This is how the writer felt when she realized the man had a gun.
4) Immediately after the robber left, the writer probably felt like this.
5) Years after the event, the writer still feels this way.
The writer met a man with a gun.
The author was a visitor in Rome.
It was a hot summer day in Rome.
The author gets hurt in this story.
A man in a shop made a big difference in the life of the author.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
2- What is this story about?
A day of shopping in Rome
A joke that a stupid friend played on the writer.
A car accident and other bad things that happen to people.
Being sure one locks the door to the car and house.
A robbery and its effect on the writer’s life.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
3- Which of these is true?
The man in the shop was one of the usual customers.
The writer was in the shop alone.
Everyone knew immediately that the robber had a gun.
The author and her friends discussed the situation.
The thief took money and jewellery.
4- Which paragraph describes when the writer first realized that bad things don't just happen to *other* people?
Paragraph 1
Paragraph 2
Paragraph 3
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5- Why does the author consider herself lucky?
She did not lose all her money.
She has never been robbed again.
She was only injured slightly.
She was able to fight off her attacker.
She could have been hurt or killed, but she wasn't.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
6- What was the most serious result of the robbery?
The author doesn't trust others or feel safe.
The author was found guilty of a crime.
The store that her friend owned was closed after the robbery.
The author was beaten up.
The robber was taken to jail.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
7- Which is true about the author?
She is pleased with her loss of innocence and trust.
She blames the robber for taking her innocence away.
It is years later, and she feels safe again now.
She no longer locks her car or house door.
She has not been able to travel out of the country after the robbery.
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* Put the following events in the correct order as they took place in the story:
The robber ordered the women into the storage.
He asked the women for their money and jewellery.
He pulled out a gun.
The robber left the store.
He threatened he could pull the trigger any minute
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
* Fill in the gaps with suitable words from the list below:
action around brutality completely everyone of security single still Unfortunately world wounds
Have you ever thought that within a ………… afternoon you could lose your sense of ………………? Have you ever taken into consideration changing …………… the way you look at the world …………you? That happened to me, and I'm paying for the consequences of somebody else's ………… . The feeling of security and serenity, that ………… should have, is often taken away with …………… for the price of a few dollars. , this happens over and over throughout the …………… , and it is hard for the victims …… criminal actions to recover from their deep ………… .
Choose the correct pairs of adjectives from the box to describe the writer’s feelings at the various stages of the story:
Carefree and expectant
Panicky and breathless
Insecure, unable to trust, and without the innocence she had before
Relieved but shaky
A little wary but polite
1) This is how the writer felt at the beginning of the day.
2) This is how the writer acted when she first met the customer.
3) This is how the writer felt when she realized the man had a gun.
4) Immediately after the robber left, the writer probably felt like this.
5) Years after the event, the writer still feels this way.
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