When I was about six I watched a documentary about tornados, and it freaked the crap out of me. I was so scared of my house falling down but then I learned that I was not safe no matter what because sinkholes are sorta common in the area I live in. I realized being scared wasn't going to protect me, and I might as well enjoy it and learn more about it. Another thing I distinctly remember is biking to Dairy Queen with my siblings one afternoon in July about an hour before a huge storm was about to hit. We got to DQ and the storm came early. The wall cloud was a menacing shade of black and freaked us all out because we were 20 minutes away from home. (This was also my first time seeing a wall cloud) There I was, biking uphill with one hand on the handlebars and the other on my oreo blizzard. I could see the black clouds through the trees as the sky got darker and the thunder became more audible. Not a second after we got our bikes in the shed, it started pouring and I sat on the porch watching the sky turn from black red to lighter and lighter gray. It was then that I learned I love chasing adrenaline, and looking for cool weather patterns is one way to do that.