Thunderstorm

Ever since I was little I have always been afraid of loud noises. Thunderstorms, fireworks, gunshots, fire alarms, etc. My ears were super sensitive. I've gotten over most of them though. The thunderstorm I'm okay with, unless it's like directly overhead. The fireworks I love to look at so that's cool. The gunshots. Still not over that one. It's actually part of the reason why I don't like parades. The fire alarms. Now that I think about it, they aren't that loud. It used to be bad though, because at elementary school the principal used to tell the whole school that there would be a fire alarm that day and it wouldn't actually happen until the end of the day. I would be nervous about it all day. But now it's okay, because we have a lot of fire drills at school. That fear was also tied in with the fear of fire. I was never the pyromaniac my best friend is. But I've been in a burning building so it's all good. But right now, as we speak, or rather as I drone on and you pretend to read, there is a thunderstorm going on right here in Georgia. It's kind of far away right now. But two of the three dogs here are afraid of thunder. Especially Levi. Levi's a big dog but he's a wuss when it comes to loud noises. I was playing cards with my mom and aunt when it started to thunder. So Levi and Kirby both ran under the table. But now I'm in the cave. Both dogs followed me down here because it's like their safe spot, but they don't want to be here alone. Poor Levi is shaking!!