So if we are FB friends you probably know that I'm terrified of storms. I'm sure that in the 7-years we've been in our house and have had 5 trees fall (one on the car and one missing our house by inches....both our neighbor's trees) doesn't help.
But I had to really think about what started it. I think I know.
When I was 10-years old, we lived in Denver. Both of my grandmothers flew in for a week to watch me and my brother. My parents had left for the airport about two hours before all hell broke loose. My sweet grandmother took my 6-year old brother for a walk and since we just moved into the neighborhood, they got lost. Storms in Colorado come up REALLY fast. You don't see them beforehand because they are on the other side of the mountains. A huge storm came. I hopped on my Huffy and searched for them. Found them all home safe. Then the news says a tornado hit the airport ...the airport where my parents were. Yikes! (They were all okay though...but before cell phones and power was out). And then the sirens went off where we were. My grandmothers had no idea what to do. I made everyone go to the basement. It was really scary because you could hear everything but there were no windows and you couldn't see what was happening. But a tornado tore off our roof.
So this is where it stems from. Maybe I need weather therapy.
Stay safe everyone!