I grew up in tornado alley in the 50s. I remember going into the center hallway and squatting down and covering my head. I don’t remember my parents ever coming to pick us up. We had no basement. The one time I was in a neighbor’s home and a big tornado hit Dallas, the mom made us hide under the bed. First she let us look out the window at the beast. I can still see it.
****First she let us look out the window at the beast. I can still see it.****
My Mother-in-law, born in Oklahoma, lived her entire life terrified of tornadoes. She passed that fear on to her first daughter. The other children take it in stride.