I was 4 when Hurricane Gloria hit Long Island. I don't remember the actual storm, but the day following it is one of my favorite childhood memories. An enormous tree had fallen in our backyard, and my dad and I had a great time climbing in it before he cut it up.
I remember being very sad when he told me THAT tree had been the one he was planning to build a treehouse in, and that we wouldn't be able to have a treehouse anymore. Much later, I realized that there was probably never going to be a treehouse. Well played Dad.
|Awesome couch, right?|
Now I'm just praying that none of our trees fall. We like our shade :)
Do you have any happy hurricane memories?