Browse the Storybank
Stories are tagged by feeling, climate concern, and place. Search the storybank for these keywords (or click on categories) to see how experiences of climate change are connected.
Brian’s Story
I remember my father teaching me about a drainage room in our basement and to alert him immediately if the water level in the room was significantly higher than normal. At first the thought of water rising in the basement scared me, but over time the fear faded. However, one day when I was in elementary school Hurricane Sandy came and changed everything.
Maria’s Story
I couldn’t ignore the dark spots in the sand from the refinery’s pollution or the amount of plastic and other debris that littered the sand and the water. I had never realized how polluted the beach was because it was all I knew, it was normalized it in my mind.
Isabella’s Story
Or we can use our mistakes and clean the air of its smoky waste. We have little time as humans, but our world has more.
Rosa’s Story
In the early month of June, however, England was facing record-high heat.
Owen’s Story
As Christmas came closer and closer, I waited for the first bit of snow to arrive. I waited and waited, but not one flake of snow fell down from the sky that December.
Ved’s Story
The mountains are part of spiritual life [across the Indian subcontinent], but mine is a story of when spiritual life is muddled by climate-driven geopolitics. In 2018, between high school and college, my parents decided I should make a pilgrimage to the holiest of mountains, Mount Kailash, which is also sometimes famously called “Mount Meru”.
Evan’s Story
The violent winds lifted me up into the air. It would’ve succeeded if it wasn’t for my dad anchoring me down. “Let go of the umbrella”, he screamed. I watched as my umbrella flew away.
Tomas’s Story
Suddenly a thought comes unbidden.
This will be gone soon too.
Every year it feels like I’m seeing the trees change later, and when spring comes around and I see either dead trees or trees that have been green for a while I just think about how I might be one of the last generations to experience this.
Kaddy’s Story
My relatives … in Chengdu … used to dry their clothes from the outside air, but because of the smog and increasing humidity, they keep the windows closed as often as possible, and leave the clothes to hang indoors.
Brycinea’s Story
Instead of waiting for the snow, I’ve come to dread the inch of snow that becomes thin ice, not even enough for a snow day.
Vivina’s Story
I love when the snow actually sticks to the ground and piles up to six inches–I would make bunny rabbits with footprints, or draw things in the snow that was piled on ledges. Sadly, I don’t remember doing any of those things in the last two or three years–not because I don’t have the time to do so, but because there was never that much snow to begin with.
Aiden’s Story
I wonder where the birds had flown off to–if they’d been able to adapt to the changes. Do they feel any sadness for their previous stepping-ground? Sometimes I think to myself, if we had only listened hard enough and cared hard enough, maybe we too would understand their story.
Sarah’s Story
As the years ticked by, snow has made less and less frequent appearances. Maybe this is just a side effect of childhood nostalgia—the feeling that every weather event, holiday, and outing was just a bit more dramatic and exciting when I was younger—but part of me tells me it isn’t.
Jason’s Story
I’ve read so much about how climate change affects places like the Arctic and Alaska, but it was different seeing the glaciers in person.
John’s Story
The first time I ever climbed that tree, I had two impressions. But the second one is the one that stands out the most in my mind. Trash.
Ghent’s Story
The young campers between ages six and eight complained about not feeling well and nearly fainted as some had in the previous summers due to these heat waves.
Daren’s Story
During the summer of 2022, the temperature was so high, there were a lot of days where the temperature had reached over 100℉.
Rena’s Story
There was nothing left alive in the Schuylkill river. Nothing except us.
Rainer’s Story
Something is missing. It’s hard to place. But then I see it: one lonely floating light. Where are all your friends, little firefly?
Nathan’s Story
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Sayaka’s Story
As the weather becomes more extreme I worry for my family who live so far away.
Kai’s Story
Most of the beaches on the entire south stretch of the island were full of foul-smelling and unsightly sargassum seaweed.
Anne’s Story
It’s place in me will always exist and I hope that I will have places I can go to with it for years to come.
Lisa-Marie’s Story
It is nostalgic to think about some of the sounds I heard as a child but it is mainly worrying and disappointing to see the changes that are happening due to climate change, and the way the situation is being ignored
Nicolette’s Story
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