The Tornado

Last night, August 4th, there was a huge storm that started at around seven pm. I was coming home from my friend's house and right as I stepped inside my house, it started to pour. At first I thought it would be like any other thunder storm, but it soon turned into something a lot bigger. I was watching T.V. when the show was interrupted for a special weather report. There was a tornado warning and a thunderstorm warning for north-western Cook County. After hearing this I started to get a little nervous. I looked outside and the storm was getting worse, and the wind was blowing harder than normal. My parents told me not to worry, and that the places the weather reporter mentioned were not even near where we live. But soon they turned out to be wrong, and a few minutes later my mom started to get just as worried as me. The show I was watching was interrupted again at around 7:30 pm for another weather report. This time it mentioned that the tornado has touched the ground. It listed all of the areas that would get hit by the tornado in just a few minutes. Although it did not say that Skokie would be in danger of being hit, the weather reporter mentioned areas right around Skokie would get hit by the tornado at around eight. Now both my mom and I were scared, and we ran downstairs to the basement to hide. Even though my mom and I were worried, my dad did not seem to be scared at all. He did not think there was any need to go down to the basement. Instead he wanted to stay upstairs because he needed to finish his dinner, and he was very hungry. My dad even went into the garage and opened the door to check the weather, instead of just looking out the window like any normal person would do. According to him the weather seemed fine, but it clearly was not. While my mom and I were hiding in the basement, she told me about the time she experienced one of the two tornadoes that went through Chicago. It was in the mid 1960's, and she was around ten years old. She told me that she, her brother, and their friend were playing outside in their backyard. All of a sudden her father grabbed them, and brought them inside to their basement. As they were getting inside my mom said she could see the funnel coming towards them, and right as they shut the door the tornado hit. It shattered all of their windows, but thankfully that was the only damage it did to their house and no one was hurt. I just hoped that the same thing wouldn't happen to us that night. An hour passed and my mom and I decided to go upstairs, because we got pretty bored sitting in our basement. It turned out that my dad was right; the tornado did not go through Skokie, and there was no need for us to go inside the basement. The thunderstorm was also finally over, so my mom and I relaxed, ate dinner, and watched T.V. for the rest of the night. Of course the storm was not over yet. Right when we all decided to go to bed, an even bigger and louder thunderstorm passed through, and kept us all up for half the night. Thankfully our power never went out, and we were all safe and sound in our house. This was one funny adventure I will never forget.