We lived on the edge of the tornado belt, so we got tornados less frequently that people in other parts of Iowa. In fact, I didn't experience one until I was thirteen. All the old sirens from the 50s started going off all over town, and the clouds overhead turned a creepy dark color, almost purple. I rode my bike home from Connor's house. When I got there my mom was freaking out, big time. She pointed behind me and I looked over and saw a funnel cloud moving really far away, probably on the other side of town, picking up huge pieces of debris. We ran into our storm cellar and waited until the sirens stopped, which was about half an hour later. Luckily, we were spared but some people were killed in that one.