I've got this memory from when I was probably 5 or 6 years old, living in Colorado. I was out in the front yard. Storm. I'd say I was around ten feet away from that tree we had, and what do you know, a bolt of lightning comes down just a few feet away from me. I conclude that it would be best for me to not be there, and I run back into the house as fast as my little feet can get me there.
In recent years, I've looked back on that memory, and at one point was struck by the thought: shouldn't I be dead if that happened? Maybe I'd dreamed the whole thing, or remembered wrong, or just been imaginating. I mean, it was a long time ago. Another memory from around then involves some balloons floating off in one direction, while my sister swears that in reality they flew the opposite direction.
So today after my weather class in which we were discussing lightning, I ran the story by my professor to see what he thought. He said it was entirely possible, albeit very lucky. He seemed to think that the lightning hit the tree instead of the ground, and I remember it hitting the ground, but so what, I still say I got a professional confirmation. And it's really nice to have that somewhat settled.
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13 years ago
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Okay, why don't I have any memory of this Jar? If you were 5 or 6 I was obviously there with you, or at the most, just inside the house. And what was the balloon thing? Tell me more at Thanksgiving and we can laugh at funny childhood memories. Can't wait to see you on Thursday!
I swear about balloons? The only balloon memory I can think of around that time is when I let you hold my red balloon and then watching in horror as it flew up in the sky. Childhood trauma:)
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