My English Paper

The Tornado
When I was seven years old, I was in an F2 tornado. I was at a restaurant called Lulu’s in San Antonio, Texas. It was about 7:00 p.m. on a Saturday night. This was no ordinary vacation.
My mother and I came into the restaurant at about 6:30. It was quite windy, and it was storming very severely. When we got inside, there was a toddler, who was constantly shrieking. I will admit, once the storm got worse, I was so scared that I hid under the table. That was among the most frightening experiences of my life.
Speaking of the wind, it was blowing as fast as the lightning. Sustained winds were at 105 mph, and gusts reached 135 mph. In fact, the wind was so loud that you had to yell right in someone’s ear just to speak to them. That was the “windiest” experience of my life.
At about 7:30, the storm finally let up. The aftermath was horrendous. A few of the windows in Lulu’s were broken. A nearby revolving restaurant toppled over. Overall, the tornado left four dead and seventeen injured.
In conclusion, this was a very “exciting” storm. I felt a wide range of emotions. Fear, excitement, and wonder come to mind. I guess people who live in “Tornado Alley” get used to this. I never will.