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My F-5 torando story
It is the year of 1989 Muskogee was under a torando warning I was a baby back in 1989 it was storming and hailing at the same time till then the F-5 torando came in at 321 miles per a hour My mom and my dad and my grandparents Rushed out of the house my mom was running like a cheetah so torando was about coming down on the house it was like a big gust of wind lifting my baby crib my mom was worry about me so she try go back to the house to get me my Dad said no my mom said I have to get him please andrew he said nope come on so by half past 6:33 in the morning the Torando was vanished to thin air they look at the damage what the torando did so my mom was still looking for me even my grandma was also looking for me so they look around till then They found me Sleeping in my crib. my mom called my dad she told him look at him the torando didn't took our son awat my dad said son of a gun this little dude surivied even my grandpa was looking at me this little dude not little no more from this day foward his nickname is now thunderstorm keeper of the thunder and the storm so they moved to my mom's dad's trailer it is cozy and bright and nice and that is my F-5 torando story
If all the poets like it Please leave comments and if you
like it I will make part 2 soon
Last Modified: November 25, 2009 at 10:14 pm
This happening in the year 1989 When I was a baby and This is why I called myself thunderstorm
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Woah, it was great you survived that tornado and your family. I don't relate much for i haven't experience a tornado and such force of nature but seeing those in news give me the fear and sad feelings. God is there and He protected you and your family.
That is one hell of a story, if that is true then you are truly the baddest man I have ever known. I have been involved in two Oklahoma tornado's and I almost pooped myself one time and the other time I watched it blow away my neighbors barn from a distance. Both times I am quite sure that I screamed louder than any baby on the planet. LOL.
That's a miracle, I guess you have an angel there for you. That is just amazing. There aren't words to describe the emotion this gives the reader. Great job. Keep up the great work.
This is wonderful Thunder. What a scary time that was, I remember seeing that violent storm on the news.
I did not know that is where you got your nickname from. How very interesting.
You were a very lucky little boy to have survived that horrible storm. I know many others weren't so lucky.
Thanks for sharing my little friend,
Take care, Timmie