I first began noticing weather, especially severe weather when I was 8...I remember reading about the May 11, 1970 F5 tornado in Lubbock, Texas on the headlines of the Atlanta Journal; then seeing Hurricane Celia devastating Corpus Christi, Texas on tv in August 1970 (I don't remember a thing about Camille the previous year).
When my interest kicked into overdrive was when I was about 12...March 21, 1974; when our suburban Atlanta neighborhood was shredded by a severe "derecho" with an imbedded F1-F2 tornado that made a direct hit on our house at 5:34 a.m. with winds of 110-120 mph.
The twister took the top off our home, collapsed the west wall into the living room...blew dad's station wagon into the backyard, and killed my pet rabbit

It scared me beyond belief (I'll never forget my mom crying and shaking like a leaf, dad stunned, white as a ghost); but it also ignited a passion about tornadoes and storms that continues to this day. The awesome April 3-4, 1974 tornado "superoutbreak" occurred only two weeks later, and served to send my weather enthusiasm into the stratosphere...it grabbed me hook, line, and sinker.
Perry