~Bennett Smigler, Class of 2028

Two years ago, when I was on a trip to Cape Cod I was sleeping in my room. Suddenly my dad shook me awake and carried me downstairs towards the basement. I got down from him and went up. It was almost the middle of the night and I was sleepy. My dad picked me up and pulled me upstairs. I said “what are you doing!”. He said “we have to get downstairs, there’s a tornado”. That really scared me, though that wasn’t all. There was also a “tropical hurricane” I think, but it could have been something else. Anyways after that I got out of my dad’s arm and sprinted into the basement. We slept on the couch. We didn’t have good pillows and basically it was a very tough night. The house took a lot of damage and there were many spills and stuff but that isn’t important. What is, is that I survived the night.