Tara | Interesting Fact Expanded

I lived in Dodge City, Kansas until I was sixteen years old. It doesn't take long to establish your tornado routine when you live in Kansas. One learns quickly that if you see the sky darken and the wind picks up, mother nature is often waiting to grace you with her fury. The tornado sirens begin screaming, the power goes out, and people in their right minds find shelter immediately. Others stay outside and watch the magestic funnel cloud wreak havok on everything in it's path. My family of eight people would all gather in one tiny, windowless room in our basement, flashlights in hand, where we would huddle around the battery powered radio and listen for the much anticipated all clear to ring out. Luckily we lived right in the middle of town where the worst damage would usually be a few lost shingles, a lot of tree limbs and other rubble all over the streets, and sometimes hail would damage cars and houses . The most unfortunate ones were people living on the outskirts of town, especially people in trailor parks. Tornadoes just tear those to shreds.