My First Tornado-Personal Narrative

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I can remember well the day of the tornado. I was maybe about 10 or 12 years old and living in Texas. My family would sit out on the back porch in the evenings to take advantage of the cool breeze. We’d sit there and watch the clouds float by lazily, or watch over our 3 acres, seeing the goats walk around munching anything they could get their mouths on, the ducks swim and play in the pond, and the wild birds fly free. But this one evening was meant to be different. I was gazing up into the sky, and I noticed the clouds were very odd. The sky was a medium grey, but there was a long and slightly curving line in the blanket of clouds. This line was just slightly darker than the rest, and it really stood out to me as odd. The wind was beginning to pick up. I told my …show more content…

We didn’t have a basement, so in inclement weather our home was not the place to be. As we’d done many times before, my brothers and I each grabbed our backpacks, loaded a few of our favorite things into them, and set them by the door. All of a sudden my parents burst in through the front door, both shouting loudly. Before anything could be done or anyone knew what they were shouting about, we heard a loud POP! Suddenly, the light that was on the living room turned a disturbing green color, and a crack of thunder happened close by. Lightning had hit a transformer, which in turn turned the lights green. We all rushed out the front door, the dogs included; they knew the drill. As we climbed into the minivan, my dad pulled out his keys. “Oh no!” He loudly shouted. My dad had somehow managed to break his car key into two pieces. My mom quickly dumped her purse. Immediately visible was a long glow in the dark snake keychain. She triumphantly grabbed it, and I instantly felt relief that I’d made her that obnoxious but very visible

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