Camping indoors
Around age 11 or so, my mother and I left the Midwestern US and moved to Columbia, South Carolina. I believe it was just after our belongings arrived via moving van that Hugo wandered ashore. We were without power for 3 days and since we didn't know anyone in the area and hadn't yet unpacked much, we spent most of our time playing cards by candlelight. The first night, mom uncorked the bottle of champagne the property managers had given us when we moved in and we shared a glass. I remember sleeping in my sleeping bag in the hall, because I was unfamiliar with the layout of the apartment and there were moving boxes everywhere.

Sorry for lack of lulz, but I can honestly say that surviving something like that gives you a whole new respect for hurricanes and the people who survive them.
(WillF http://www.flickr.com/photos/silverfischdotnet/, Thu 14 Jun 2012, 20:13, Reply)