Memory Monday-It’s a thing…
As a child, pretty much anything and everything scared me. I’m sure the list of things I was afraid of was a mile long, but the one thing that stood out the most were the tornado warnings that would scroll across the bottom of the TV screen or interrupt a radio broadcast.
I would hear the alert beeps and panic until I heard the exact nature of the emergency. Most of the time it was heavy thunderstorms, high winds, flood warnings, or something else somewhat terrifying, but survivable. However, if I saw or heard the word “tornado” I went into full scale hysteria. When I was small enough, I would hide under my bed. When I was too big to fit under my bed, I would climb into a closet or crawl under the kitchen table. It would take hours of coaxing to get me out of my hiding spot. Sometimes I would absolutely refused until after the warning time frame had passed.
Here’s the thing, the fear was so unbelievably illogical. I live in West Virginia. I haven’t Googled it, but I’m fairly sure I could count the number of tornadoes that have touched down in this area on one hand. I don’t remember ever seeing an actual tornado. I don’t remember watching anything or reading anything with a tornado in it. I didn’t read Wizard of Oz until I was in high school and I’ve never watched the movie all the way through. I have no clue why I was petrified of tornadoes. I asked my mom if she knew what the deal was with me and tornadoes and she didn’t have any insight either.
I don’t have the same uncontrollable fear of tornado warnings or the thought of a tornado now, but it still makes me a little nervous and on edge when a warning is issued for my area. Or if the sky just looks an odd and there are high winds.