Twister
It’s about 2am and the house is shaking from the wind.
I don’t know what kind of freak of nature gusts they are but I’m sure the dog house will come rolling through the window and tomorrow I’ll wake up in the backyard all like “Follow the yellow brick road!” with the little munchkin men serenading me. Even my dog can’t seem to man it out and keeps anxiously moving from one place to the next in hopes of finding a quieter spot. Much like me.
Whenever I head this wind it’s like a mental playback of last year's camp. We were all nervous, giggly, excited and childishly dumfounded at the thought of having a camp dance. We got our hair and makeup done wearing heals and dresses just about to go outside to have our farewell dance when the wind picked up just like this until it got heavier and heavier. The only way I can describe it is like a tropical storm in the middle of the prairies with trees leaning over just about touching the ground, everything outside the window turning green and hazy in a matter of seconds and about 5 of us in the cabin too confused to realize that we were in the middle of a tornado. We had 2 trees crash about 8 feet from our cabin, and had they landed on it then the roof would have been shattered and I don’t know what could have happened from there. The rain and roar of the wind were so loud that it somehow turned to silence, like when too much is going on in your mind that you don’t hear a thing. For a while we stood motionless until someone ran in and told us to hide in the bathroom because it was the safest place to be until a van came to get us.
Walking outside to our ride we were all shaken and it was dark even though just a few minutes ago I saw the sun. To the side were more tall fallen trees, one hanging over our cabin, two others having crashed into the newest cabin and shattered the side of the roof. I don’t know what happened to the boats in the dock, I didn’t look,
All of us delusional 13 year olds were evacuated into one room aka the mess hall under candle light as we subbed and wondered if it was over. We didn’t get a farewell dance, we didn’t get to call our mommy, but we did get a good dose of reality. That night we changed into hoodies and sweats, got a car, blasted its stereo and had a big campfire. One guy working there sang and strummed on his guitar as we all sat slouching watching the flames while for the first time realizing that everything was going to change soon and spin us in different directions.
I guess this kind of memory is bitter sweet, scary, eternal, and is my overall definition of camp fun complete with all the twists and turns involved along with the ones that follow.
I don’t know what kind of freak of nature gusts they are but I’m sure the dog house will come rolling through the window and tomorrow I’ll wake up in the backyard all like “Follow the yellow brick road!” with the little munchkin men serenading me. Even my dog can’t seem to man it out and keeps anxiously moving from one place to the next in hopes of finding a quieter spot. Much like me.
Whenever I head this wind it’s like a mental playback of last year's camp. We were all nervous, giggly, excited and childishly dumfounded at the thought of having a camp dance. We got our hair and makeup done wearing heals and dresses just about to go outside to have our farewell dance when the wind picked up just like this until it got heavier and heavier. The only way I can describe it is like a tropical storm in the middle of the prairies with trees leaning over just about touching the ground, everything outside the window turning green and hazy in a matter of seconds and about 5 of us in the cabin too confused to realize that we were in the middle of a tornado. We had 2 trees crash about 8 feet from our cabin, and had they landed on it then the roof would have been shattered and I don’t know what could have happened from there. The rain and roar of the wind were so loud that it somehow turned to silence, like when too much is going on in your mind that you don’t hear a thing. For a while we stood motionless until someone ran in and told us to hide in the bathroom because it was the safest place to be until a van came to get us.
Walking outside to our ride we were all shaken and it was dark even though just a few minutes ago I saw the sun. To the side were more tall fallen trees, one hanging over our cabin, two others having crashed into the newest cabin and shattered the side of the roof. I don’t know what happened to the boats in the dock, I didn’t look,
All of us delusional 13 year olds were evacuated into one room aka the mess hall under candle light as we subbed and wondered if it was over. We didn’t get a farewell dance, we didn’t get to call our mommy, but we did get a good dose of reality. That night we changed into hoodies and sweats, got a car, blasted its stereo and had a big campfire. One guy working there sang and strummed on his guitar as we all sat slouching watching the flames while for the first time realizing that everything was going to change soon and spin us in different directions.
I guess this kind of memory is bitter sweet, scary, eternal, and is my overall definition of camp fun complete with all the twists and turns involved along with the ones that follow.