The warm afternoon sun plays peek-a-boo with white fluffy clouds on a beautiful spring day. The breeze rustles the newly blossomed leaves on the cottonwood tress. A large green tractor can be seen in the nearby wheat field, rolling wheat into large round bales of hay. Black and white dairy cows can be heard mooing as they wait for the farmer to
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Every spring, pretty much every Oklahoman is on alert.
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I grew up on the West Coast, where tornadoes hardly ever happen (and never with such devastation). The three years I lived in Illinois, I learned to worry about tornadoes and I spent a lot of time in the basement, but the tornadoes always died down before reaching Peoria.
Your, town, though... I cannot fathom why your Dad was so calm, and while a closet under the stairs was not ideal, it looks as if that might have saved you, had you not had a neighbor with a good shelter. What a horrific thing to live through!
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I think my dad was so calm mostly because he had probably been through something like this before. He was never one to talk about his past, so I don't know if he had been through a tornado before or not. He is also a navy man, so maybe that had something to do with it.
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