A Normal Day of Softball, Not About three years ago we had a softball tournament in Central, Florence. We were about to finish our last game when it began to sprinkle. The light rain was nice and refreshing because it had been so hot that day. As we played a little while longer dark black clouds began to roll in with streaks of lightening. Luckily we did finish the game before the weather got bad. As mom and I were headed across O 'Neal Bridge, the tornado warning sirens began to sound. All I wanted to do was get home to our storm shelter, because on a bridge is not where I want to be when a tornado spins up. I kept an eye on the clouds and watched the weather application on her phone to make sure we had to time get to safety. The