"My childhood memories were mostly always cold. We lived in a small house with only one room and a kitchen. We would always lay together for warmth in the mid-December cold. I remember hearing the owls sing to the lonely moon and see the coldness in our breath while our skins crumbled from the cold temperature.
Another memory I have is during hurricane season in Texas where we lived. There was a storm that hit us hard but luckily we had family nearby, and we could withstand the damage of the storm. The streets were rushing with harsh waters. After it was over, we went back to our house and found out our roof was blown off, so we slept without a roof for many weeks.