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TwistedAudience      General Audience / InstructorPurpose Literary workTo justify how a tornado can affect a family.Thesis Sentence     Although an event may be traumatic it is not necessarily life changing. adumbrateI.     Describe the settingA.     Where / WhenB.     What was heard1. What did the tornado sound like2. How did parents direct usC.     What was seen1.     How did the storm look 2.     What did the tornado look likeII.     What was on the enhanceA.     HouseB.     Storm CellarC.     Animals D.     Trees E.     Newly plowed and planted fields III. Where did we goA.     Root cellarB.     NeighborIII.     What did the tornado doA. & nbsp   To the farmB.     To the familyI guess everyone experiences at least one terrifying event in his or her lifetime. How we assimilate the event shapes our attitudes, or maybe vice-versa. It can become the throttle valve that lead, to phobias sometimes it even earns itself a fancy title with syndrome attached to the end of it. I just call it a memory, but one I divided with eight other people.In a north central Indiana cornfield, not far from Indianapolis, my father returned to his chores in the field after a draft rain shower had passed. The edge of an enormous thunderstorm, laced with brilliant lightning, had passed overhead and it seemed as if the worst of the storm was over. Life was not easy on the plentiful soil of Wabash County, Indiana, on May 25, 1966. For my family, life was about to become even harder. A muffled roar in the distance grew louder and sharper. As dad began to play toward the house, he realized that the low, indistinct form in the distance was not rain or a patch of fog. It was a rotating transparent funnel, beneath a dark mass of demoralise. It extended from under the southwest corner of the thunderstorm. An occasional snake-like form would briefly appear within the confuse, and then suddenly vanish. It was coming at present toward our farm. The next time he looked, three or four contorted and transparent columns would briefly circle the center of what looked like a patch of swirling mist. The cloud looked nothing like the thin funnels and ropes that we had seen in the distance every few years. Dad now ran at full speed for the house, trying with each schnorkel to shout "Twister" Within the next few seconds, nine people would make life or death decisions about self-preservation, about prized possessions, and about family members. The rotating cloud had changed from transparent mist to a solid brown mass, at the edge of the newly