Growing up in upstate New York you don’t see very many tornados, but if you travel out west its best you keep your eye on the sky at all times especially during tornado season. I was about 12 or 13 years old when my family and I decided to travel to Illinois to see my aunt, uncle, and cosines. It’s about a day’s worth of traveling but if you travel with my mother it’s like two (lots of bathroom stops).
We headed out west and everything was going great until we get about 20 minutes away from my aunt’s house when a huge storm took place thunder and lightning everywhere then it started to rain heavily couldn’t see 2 feet in front of you. Then huge hail balls started to fall. At this point my mother is freaking out and she pulled up to this random house hoping they have a basement because we all knew there was a tornado nearby.
After pulling up we all ran out of the van and up to this lady’s house pounding on her door we ask to come in and she let us in. Come to find out she doesn’t have a basement only a little crawl space. She tells us her mother’s house is up the road and if we could take her with us. So we all run to the van hoping not to get hit with the baseball size hail that is coming down. We took off but could only go 20mph because we couldn’t see anything with the hellish winds and rain.
About a mile down the road my brother and I spot a small tornado forming in the field near us. We look at each other with big dinner place size eyes and swore not to tell mother because she would freak out even more, we just kept our eyes on it, in amazement of seeing a tornado form close up. We finally reach that woman’s mother’s house and the storm had already passed them. So we were safe and come to find out that were where three tornados near where we had driven through.