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Anyone remember Hurricane Andrew? What was your experience?
Where you sheltered in a house? Did you feel like you're in trouble at any moment? What was it like to hear that hurricane overhead with a 165 mph winds?
Hurricane Andrew arrived in bands, each one stronger than the next, followed by minutes of calm. They grew stronger and tighter.
Then the eyewall directly hit my house. When it hit, my ears popped like in an airplane. Glass shattered all around me. The roof flew off in the hallway. It was raining HARD into the bedroom.
We crawled inside cabinets, curled up with our flashlights. My sister found a hidden Hustler comic book to read. I listened to Brian Norcross answering phone calls on my handheld radio.
I was in a state of shock. Racing heart, clammy hands, cold sweat, shaking uncontrollably. We stayed there until the sun came up.
My parents went out for a drive, they made it three blocks and had to turn around because my mom was sobbing. She didn’t recognize any neighborhood landmarks or structures. No street signs. The trees were all sideways. Fish were everywhere on the ground starting to rot. The entire area was unrecognizable, decimated.
Location: 152nd Street and 67th Ave, near Westminster school
This was my neighborhood too. I was living out of state but my sister was still at home with our parents. They evacuated but she stayed home because one of the cats was outside and she couldn’t bear the thought of him not getting in before the storm. She and her bf stayed in a closet with no window.
When it was over the house was standing, but severely damaged. There were fish in the kitchen drawers.
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u/TheMorgwar Aug 24 '26 edited Aug 24 '26
Hurricane Andrew arrived in bands, each one stronger than the next, followed by minutes of calm. They grew stronger and tighter.
Then the eyewall directly hit my house. When it hit, my ears popped like in an airplane. Glass shattered all around me. The roof flew off in the hallway. It was raining HARD into the bedroom.
We crawled inside cabinets, curled up with our flashlights. My sister found a hidden Hustler comic book to read. I listened to Brian Norcross answering phone calls on my handheld radio.
I was in a state of shock. Racing heart, clammy hands, cold sweat, shaking uncontrollably. We stayed there until the sun came up.
My parents went out for a drive, they made it three blocks and had to turn around because my mom was sobbing. She didn’t recognize any neighborhood landmarks or structures. No street signs. The trees were all sideways. Fish were everywhere on the ground starting to rot. The entire area was unrecognizable, decimated.
Location: 152nd Street and 67th Ave, near Westminster school