When I was kid, I went camping with the neighbors down at Lake Gaston. Near the end of our trip, we had a small tornado go through our campsite and took down several trees all around us--the ranger said we got extremely lucky.
We went back the next year and as we were pulling up to the campsite after having dinner in town, another small tornado hit.
We did not go back after that.
Collecting: artistic and traditional comic art sketches