I was 11 years old. My mom and I had just dropped off the Girl Scouts from our troop at their homes. Mom and I were in the car at the end of Ross Street.

As we turned the corner and had our house in sight, the car stopped and we watched the neighborhood as it was destroyed.

I remember mom pointing up into the sky and saying, "look, that is the closest thing you will ever see to a tornado."

I feel so fortunate that my family only lost our house that day, and so sad for those who lost so much more. We should be thankful for every precious day.