This was the first time we had such a storm. The cellar was a small area cold, damp and earthy. I could hear the cow mooing and the wind coming up fast. Mom busied herself buttering bread and dad was listening to the storm. I watched them for guidance. We all huddled together and listened to the storm. It was hours later that we climbed back out of the cellar and went into the house. I felt safe now but exhilarated by the storm. I would never forget it.
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