On February 10, 1998, two tornadoes went by my home-at the same instant. One passed by a hundred yards to the north; the other was ten feet to the south. As we huddled in a downstairs closet, the tornadoes came so close that we could not hear them roaring ... the air pressure in the house was that intense ... instead, we heard a high-pitched whistle. The doors started rattling on their hinges as though the house was being shaken, then we heard a loud bang in the garage, which was directly behind the closet in which we'd taken shelter. A pine tree branch, had just flown over our car in the driveway and punctured the metal garage door.
When all the noise and the shaking stopped, we ran upstairs and looked out the front plate glass window. There were shingles and branches everywhere. Strangely, only the small plastic kiddie slide had been touched in the front yard. It had simply fallen over on its side. But three massive oak tress on the south side of the house, only a few feet away, had been entirely uprooted.
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