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When I was growing up in Indiana, I spent a lot of time in the middle of the night sitting on the basement stairs, waiting to flee to the coal bin if we heard that rumbling train noise of a tornado. Didn't like that at all. Living in L.A. and feeling the earthquakes didn't bother me, likewise in Idaho we had some pretty good shakers, but that didn't bother me either. I guess I am saying I much prefer the shaking to the blowing - to this day a high wind makes me very nervous!
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