When I was a little kid, my house was about 1km off the path of a tornado. It blew through a corn field and the winds were strong enough to drive corn cobs clean through our garage wall. My parents weren't home when it happened, but my brother and I knew to get in the crawl space to wait it out. My mother has never, ever forgotten this, and now she lets me know when there's a tornado touchdown anywhere within about 100 miles of me, usually within 90 seconds of it making the news.
Hilariously, my office, while I was at work, was also near-missed by a tornado a few years ago. Again, only about a kilometer away. It wrecked the local holy roller church and damaged absolutely nothing else aside from a few cars. I expected to hear all about it, but since the news coverage said very specifically that only that one building was damaged, she didn't bother to call me over it.
