When I was 3 I was in a tornado with my mom & brother while my dad worked night shifts. This tragic night brought me a great deal of uncomfort. I was 3, I had no idea what was going on, I was kept in the hospital (in which I didn’t understand at the time why), my parents weren’t allowed to stay at night. I could keep going but I think you get the picture.
My parents decided to build a house ontop of the very spot the tornado toppled the house we had lived in. At the age of 3 I thought “if it happened once it could happen again”. I started spending the nights at my grandma & grandad’s house. I felt safe there as nothing bad had ever happened to me. I’d be alright during the day but as soon as it started getting dark either mom would drop me off or one of them would come scoop me up.
I think this is where my love for falling asleep on the couch steams. My grandad and I would watch TV until I brushed my teeth and it was time for bed. We would push the love seat & the couch together, I told my grandad it would make me feel safe being if anything would happen the back of the couches would protect us. Every night from the time I was 3 to the time I was 7 and started school we did this every night.
I have so many memories of the house, it’s rooms, the smell, the huge kitchen, the farm, and most of all – the love that radiated through it. I learned a lot in that house and I’ll never forget it.
This is what the house looked like in its original state. A local artist looked at it after the long driveway had overgrown and the wind and rain did its thing throughout its abandonment but saw the beauty in the house that was once before sturdy and welcoming, so that is what he had drawn.