I’ll never forget how terrifying it was to hear a tornado siren for the first time when I moved to Oklahoma City at 10 years old. It’s such a vivid memory. In fact, I used it as the opening scene for one of my novels. In the fictional story, the neighbor boy explains to the cute new girl what the sirens are. Cue the start of an epic, childhood-friends-to-lovers tale. In reality, I remember hearing the first of many, many jokes from a local about how that sound simply means you should grab the nearest beverage and trustiest lawn chair, head out to the front yard and prepare for some God-given entertainment.

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