Geeze, are these guys insane!!?
I’m pretty sure I have tornado phobia. All because when I was in 4th grade I once forgot my house key.
Around 4pm on a spring day I stepped off a giant yellow school bus into a sense of panic. I was standing on the front porch and mesmerized by the swirling clouds when the tornado sirens started screaming. Mind you, this was in Missouri – and you don’t joke about tornadoes in the Midwest. The sky was dark and the clouds were angry with a greenish tint. I started digging through my small pink backpack searching every nook and cranny for my house key. I wanted nothing else but to just get into that house – but I couldn’t find my key!
These tornado sirens were the same ones that sounded the first Monday every month. At my grade school and they had you assume the “position” when the sirens went off. We would leave our classrooms and file into the hallways and kneel down with our heads against the wall and place our hands over our heads. Um… scary for a little kid. I had quite an imagination and I always imagined the worst.
I managed to run to a friends house that day and found shelter in her basement. Nothing happened. I had many weird dreams after that day such as talking tornadoes like the kind that came out of some special effects blockbuster.
I have tornado phobia. I admit it.