I'm not THAT serious. I was in Hurricane Andrew, though. Frightening memories. I can still close my eyes and picture walking out of the bathroom (where I had been hiding with a few members of my family), and the walls having collapsed in, the cement had been peeled off in chunks by the high winds, the pool was filled with sand in the deep end (not the shallow end, though). The fence was gone, the living room had a foot of standing water, the ceiling was there but the living room wall was not - a car had came in through it. The furniture from the upstairs bedroom was out in the lawn, down the street, in the neighbor's living room. The car I'd came in was still in the driveway, but smashed up against the garage door, and shingles from the roof had came down in the winds and pierced through the body, engine and seats. It was totalled from projectile damage.
That was all in the first half of the storm - we'd moved during the eye. The rest of the storm was fairly pleasant, I just sat and ate cold spaghetti-Os out of the can with a spoon pilferred from the living room wall. I did clean it off with soap and bottled water, at least.
After that, I've never been threatened by hurricanes. I went for a walk in Wilma, I drank a beer and watched Georges flood my parent's neighborhood.
I will say, however, tornados scare the sweet piss out of me. Hurricanes, no big deal. Tornados? OH GOD.
That is so scary yet so awesome at the same time, especially getting the spoon from the wall.
