I remember it like it was yesterday. It was Sunday evening and it was raining. Not like a little bit of rain either, like shake the floor and windows of your house thunder and lightening kind of rain.
That was the first night I heard tornado sirens.
I was home alone.
As a girl born and raised in the Pacific Northwest, the only kind of natural disaster drills I had ever experienced was for earthquakes. I had a feeling crawling under the kitchen table and grabbing my neck wasn’t going to cut in this time. So I did the only thing I could think of, I put on my tennis shoes, grabbed a couple bottles of water, a blanket and my phone and then I called my roommate who was across town. She told me not to worry. I said ok.
I was terrified.
I turned on the television and…
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