When I was 5 Hurricane Andrew hit us. I don't remember too much because I was quite young but I do remember some. A tornado hit my house. I remember that all of a sudden the wind became a lot stronger and we could hear it becoming louder. I remember my mom grabbing me and my brother and putting us into a closet. I didn't know what was going and kind of thought all this was a game. My mom looked very scared and then the winds became worst. I felt the roof above creaking and suddenly blew away and rain was coming in. I don't remember much after that but I remember the aftermath and that our whole ceiling was torn off. Except for the small area in my bedroom closet (The thing that is kind of a miracle was that, that was the place that my mom stored all of our pictures and it was one of the only things that didn't get destroyed). We didn't get our power restored for nearly 3 months because a neighbors aluminum roof had entangled itself on the power pole. It was hard and we had to stay with friends and hotels for nearly 4 months since out house was unlivable. We ended up renting an apartment as our house was being reconstructed and fixed. |