I was also 6!
A tree fell and landed right outside my bedroom window, nearly flattened our rear porch... I didn't wake up though.
I remember being woken up by my Mother who was clutching a candle (why she didn't use a torch is beyond me!) and being annoyed at being woken up.
That annoyance was soon replaced with glee when it was announced on the radio, County Sound in those days, that my school was shut... better still, my sister's wasn't.
I spent the morning helping my Dad chainsaw up the trees and the afternoon playing footy. Not the most traumatic experience for me!
