Originally Posted by
~*~Celes~*~
If there's a tornado, I freak out like there's no tomorrow, I grab all my blankets and pillows off my bed, a few other possessions, run to the basement, crying the whole way. If one of my little brothers are dumb enough to stay upstairs, I scream at him to "GET DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW!!" and they do as told because they know I'm having one of my freak-out sessions and I don't take no for an answer :eep: I think the reason behind this is because when I was 3, the movie "Twister" came out in theaters and my grandparents took me and my big brother to see it. I've been traumatised ever since. Even though I've seen it recently, realized how fake it looks, and laughed at the scene with the cow.