One of my earliest memories is of Daddy lifting me out of bed and carrying me through the rain and the wind to the storm shelter in our back yard.Our shelter was nice by most standards. We had electricity, benches and blankets. And Mama, always the planner, made sure we had fresh food and drinks down there during tornado season.I'm sure I was scared at times, but mainly I remember the feeling of nervous excitement. Even though the storms were tremendous, I knew I was safe underground. I [...]
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