What was your basement like?

My basement was non-existent when we were younger. I was fortunate enough to have to experience of “trailor-park life.” The neighbors would always joke when a bad storm was coming:

“Git outside in that there ditch cus it’s more safer in a tornader than bein in yer trailor!”

That kind of talk is always comforting to a six year old girl who is already terrified of bad weather.

Then we moved to a big, fancy house without wheels. Still no basement. When there was terrible weather, my sister and I would freak out. We would grab our boom box, flashlight, and a can of Chef Boyardee and another can of Beef Stew. We would head to the center of the house: The laundry room. To make the laundry room (tornado safehouse) better, my Mom used it as a storage area for her Mason jars full of green beans. Luckily, there were never any major tornadoes when we were younger. But the laundry room always made us feel much safer than the nearest ditch at the trailor park!