You receive word on your smartphone that there is a tornado warning in effect for your area. You don't think much of it, since a tornado has never hit your quiet suburb before, but you go down to the basement with your father. The lights are off, it's daytime, and the rain is pouring hard. All of a sudden it sounds very windy out, so you hang out in the southwest corner of the basement. Suddenly, your father announces that a large tree next door has toppled over, as the power goes out. There is a friend who is staying in your basement and you announce that you think a tornado hit the place. He says non-chalantly, "I heard." You wait around for a while, and nothing else happens. Soon, the rain abates and you go outside and see that the tree fell on some power-lines. Your house is undamaged. You go out and speak to your neighbors, to see that they are all right. You hop over live and downed power-lines on the ground. A house across the street had a shed which was lifted up in the air and thrown across the yard, and although everyone seems to be in good health and no one's house is seriously damaged, the effect of the incident is surreal. You go home feeling a sense of community from the neighborhood that had been missing since you were a child.