We lived in Nebraska when I was eight years old. One night my mom and I decided to go for a walk on a gravel road. When we started walking the weather was a little cloudy but not to bad. After we got a mile from home it became very windy. We were trying to hurry back home, but then we saw a car coming up the road, thank God it was my dad. My dad came to pick us up and by that time the weather was horrible. We went inside the house and everyone went down stairs. Just ten minutes after we had gotten home the storm hit us hard. It knocked over trees and our patio furniture on our deck. It destroyed about everything. That was the worst and scariest storm I have ever been in.