Michigan

In my very early teens my family and I lived in a town called Cardinal, Ontario, and it had the remnants of a very old canal and dock system, leading to having a very long and narrow peninsula on the southern side of town, which can be seen from the public school I went to a the time.

The thing with storms that form or cross over big bodies of water like that, is that there's nothing to break them up along the way so the winds can get pretty strong. I remember watching from the back entrance of the public school waves crashing right over the whole of parts of that peninsula into the canal. I also remember leaning over a small drop of the concrete block in front of that back entrance, and having the wind hold me up during some of those storms.