December 12
I'm so thankful we're all okay. I never imagined I'd have to go through something as terrible as what happened yesterday. At first I thought we were about to have just a usual rainstorm. The sky got dark and the wind picked up. Dad came in early from the fields on his truck. Then my sister Julia said, "Look at the sky. Doesn't it lookwired?"
We went to the window and saw big black clouds. I felt afraid as the strong wind blew up. Mom told us to run to the storm cellar, but I wanted to go to my room to get some of my things first. Mom caught me and made me stay with everyone else. As we ran toward the storm cellar, I saw a long, thin cloud drop down from the sky and touch the ground. The noise grew louder, like a train rushing straight at us. My little brother Mark started to cry. I picked him up and carried him down the steps into the cellar.
Above us, we heard terrible sounds that seemed to go on forever. All I could think about was losing my computer and MP3 player. I knew Julia was worried about the clothes she had just bought, and Mark was thinking about his favorite toys.
When it finally grew quiet again, we came upstairs. The whole house was gone. We all had the exact same feeling. Instead of crying about what we had lost, we hugged each other and cried because everyone was safe. We still had what mattered most—our family.
