My most terrifying experience of a hurricane happened when I was 10,and lived in VERO BEACH FL. Now I loved it there,lived 2 mini blocks from the Indian River, less then 1/4 mile from the ocean,HEAVEN>where in my hey day,found myself always there(the river),thinking that I was the best fisherwomen known to man kind(another story),anyhow,though I had a brother,older,he came to live with us when I was 10,and rebelious as hell. :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: hated everyone,but grandma,who raised him.well one day I'm down at my favorite place,post hurricane notice,didn't know what it was all about,heck,we just moved from Canada,blizzards yes,this stuff,who knew :?: the wind was getting up there,but I'm a kid,I just thought,wind,seen that in blizzards,well I guess someone decided to get my booty and bring it home,
by now here comes some heavy,did I say heavy rain,couldn't see diddly,and who comes for me,this great brother,
Ok.so we head back home,2 steps foward,8 steps back,pretty much.getting no-where fast,so my hero of a brother
desides to save the girl,here removes his belt and ties me to a stop sign,and leaves,didn't tell me he was going for help or nothing :twisted: So there is me,tied out,watching things fly around,past soaked,and all I kept thinking,since I felt faily certain that I was going to die,was,I'm not in Kansas anymore,and the witch ain't dead,he just left me here.