Childhood

It was a clear, starry night in July when all of a sudden clouds started forming around the moon like cub scouts around a camp fire. I was having a peaceful dream when I was suddenly awaken violently. It was my mother telling me to come downstairs to watch the weather channel. I was playing my game boy when my attention was jolted away from the game by a high pitched squealing noise. I began to read the text. Tornado Watch for the surrounding counties. I ask my parents what was going to happen. Mom said it is no big deal baby boy. Dad looked a little concerned. My sister had just been woken up also and she was just completely out of it. I was having a blast with my handheld game when out of no where a huge thunder arose and the power went out. No more high pitched noises, no more warnings, and no more light. We could see nothing through the house until a beam of light hit me directly in the eyes. Dad had found a flash light. Mom started lighting candles that dimly lighted the room we were occupying. We were all huddled together on the large couch in the living room when a man’s voice I had not heard before overtook the silence of the room. I began to look around when his voice started to fade. I felt really gullible when I found out it was my dad playing with the emergency radio trying to pick up the local station. He tuned in to a man talking about the storms rolling in and he stopped. There was a pause for about 4 seconds that