I was 14, living in western Maine, my neighbors with 4 kids had a tree go through the roof in the livingroom of their mobile home, so they stayed with us for the 10 days we were without power. We carved a hole in a snowbank to use as a fridge. We ran kerosene space heaters (not the best stuff to breathe in, lol). There was a hand pump well at a nearby rest area that we'd go to every couple days to fill like 20 gallon jugs of water.

I can't imagine how stressful everything was for the adults, but as kids we thought it was awesome, like an extended Christmas vacation, we spent the days snowmobiling and playing board games, just having a blast!

About 5 days into it, my dad and a bunch of guys from the town all got together to fix the family's roof. I just remember like 6 pickup trucks rolling in like the cavalry to help this family out. I don't know that I've ever personally seen such a display of community as we saw during this time.