I don't know if I was three or four years old, but I remember standing at the door, well, really behind my mother's legs as she was standing at the door. I was looking out at a mass of swirling clouds. I didn't know at the time that it was a tornado. My sisters had just gotten home from school and were running up the driveway to get in the house before the tornado hit. I can still remember my mom's frantic screams, telling them to get inside.
To this day, I don't know how much damage, if any, that tornado did. I only know that it didn't hit our house. For years after that, I was terrified of severe thunderstorms, and tornadoes petrified me. It took me a long time to overcome that fear. Now, I don't mind sitting on my porch watching a thunderstorm. Don't think I'd watch a tornado, though! Those things still scare the hooey out of me, but I can at least get prepared without freezing in my tracks!
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