When I was a child living in Louisiana, the most excitement we had was waiting for the hurricane to arrive. When I was 3rd to 5th grade, we lived in Crowley, LA. The parsonage where we lived still had stains on the walls that were above my head to show how high the water had gotten in prior hurricanes.
The only place in town that the flood waters had not reached was the railroad loading docks. When a hurricane was headed our way, my dad would drive our car to the loading docks and park it. We would take food, water and blankets to the upstairs rooms.
Back then (the 1950's) we didn't get as much advance warning as folks get today. Word would come in on the radio that there was a hurricane in the Gulf of Mexico and we would immediately start getting ready. It was exciting and I still remember how disappointed I would be when the hurricanes missed us. Sometime we got winds and rain, but I never saw the flooding that happened in prior hurricanes.
I got another taste of teh excitement in the 1980's when hurricane Elisha hit Houston. The company I was managing had a lot of projects along the Gulf Coast. Hurricane Elisha caused a lot of excitment and damage.
I know how people all along the Gulf Coast are now watching Debbie and wondering where the storm will go. I miss that kind of excitement.