The year was 2003 and the month was May. I was six years old. It was around seven o’clock when it started getting dark our; my mother was just getting home from work. She knew that the storm would hit soon so she rushed us home to beat the rain. She had a feeling that the electric would be going out immediately after the storm had started, so she threw me in the shower. Little did I know that this wasn’t just no ordinary storm, there were going to be tornados. I wasn’t even done washing my hair when she rushed me to get out. As I was standing on her bed getting dressed she grabbed the phone and started dialing a number. I could tell by her asking “What is the weather channel saying?” that she was talking to my grandma. I could tell by the
