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100 Things, Day 11: Hugo
Sep. 20th, 2012 06:05 pmIt's September 1989 and the world goes topsy turvy. If you've done your math, you'll realize I'm 8 at the time and in third grade. At home the news is filled with talk of a hurricane brewing, but for awhile no one's all that worried. Coastal folk are rarely worried.
Until they are.
( Then the names of old storms pop up, fast and furious. )
Hugo changed my life in a million ways, big and small. I became one of those people who feared not most storms because bah, I'd survived a fairly large one. I was also one of those who stayed and had the stories to prove it. And yet I also developed a serious aversion to tornado conditions and when a storm comes close I spend too much time watching the coverage or lack thereof.
It gave me a big storm story and scarred me in unexpected ways. Sometimes I can close my eyes and I'm back there for half a second. Other times I can barely remember a thing.
23 years. Whoa.
Until they are.
( Then the names of old storms pop up, fast and furious. )
Hugo changed my life in a million ways, big and small. I became one of those people who feared not most storms because bah, I'd survived a fairly large one. I was also one of those who stayed and had the stories to prove it. And yet I also developed a serious aversion to tornado conditions and when a storm comes close I spend too much time watching the coverage or lack thereof.
It gave me a big storm story and scarred me in unexpected ways. Sometimes I can close my eyes and I'm back there for half a second. Other times I can barely remember a thing.
23 years. Whoa.
