It was that day the storm of 1997 destroyed my home town… The waves were strong and the ferocious; the hail felt like a million daggers thrashing my skin; the cold hit like a whip but the worst of all was the rain. The rain, which at this point was 4ft tall, was rising by the second. The town was destroyed; it was the end of Chorley. The man-eating waves swallowed my town. My town was in the bottom of the ocean. Things in my life that were ruined/taken away that day included: my home, my friends, my school but easiest of all my joy.