Okay, admiting time. This one isn't a fanfiction- but it still is hilarous. My mom told me this story and I couldn't help but write it :D! Enjoy. *Bows*

It's true, by the way... Enjoy!


One day I get up to hear from my parents that they are going to take a road trip. Although I had heard stories about the kin folks I never really knew what the word 'HillBilly' really meant. We weren't really close but I had heard the stories about the ridiculous endeavors that have accuredd in the past. One story goes like this...

Last summer my aunt Linda and uncle Giles (Ji-els) went to buy a family car. After a short period, this car started having mechanical difficulties. What happened next, was that they soon found out that fixing this car would use up all of their savings. Instead of fixing this vehicle, they decided to use it for another purpose. So, with Cousin Scott in the driver's seat at the age of 7, he steered the Honda Civic as his parents pushed the vehicle into the ditch. It took only a couple of hours to tear the doors off and then "sell them for scrap" and covering the car with dirt... Making a storm cellar. Many tornados have passed through the Arkansas "Tornado Valley" but I have not heard of them getting hurt during a tornado. It may of not been a traditional cellar, but it was certainly, 'Built to last'.

I actually got to test the durability of the 'storm cellar' when my family reached their destination. I remember my Aunt calling my mother's name, trying the best she could to yell over the tornado sirens blaring around us.

My mother was panicking as we were all forced into the small space, my younger sister, Teri, was screaming and crying as the sound of the sirens mixed with the sounds of an upcoming tornado. My brothers tried their best to calm us all, my father was messing with the scanner Uncle Giles brought with him, both of them trying to shush us so they could listen to the warnings on the radio.

The outcome of the storm left us trapped vehicle for hours on end, it turns out a the dirt collapsed around us and kept us stuck in the vehicle.

At one point, my cousin Scott took a tomato out of his bulging jacket, my love for tomatoes take a huge bite out of it like an apple. Later, still, still trapped in the car, I learned the story of why the tomato was so plump. I soon found out that the home sceptic tank drained over their magnificent garden... 35 years later, I still have a horrific memory of how that tomato was grown.

In closing, I learned two things.

Honda Civics were built to last, and never question your produce.


I couldn't help but laugh my ass off as she told me the story... Hahaaha. That is all... Next story time!