Wombats post about wishing it was thunderstorming brought back the memory of when I was about 7 or 8.
I got up early in the morning and decidied I would ride my bike up to my friends house about a half mile away. We lived in the country on a dirt road. So, off I went.
It was quiet I remember that, the air was still. I can even remember feeling the wind in my face as I peddled like crazy to get to my friends, only to realize that when I got there - it was a bit too early and no one was even up yet.
So, around I turned and headed back to home. Somewhere along the way, a stom must have started brewing and it started to sprinkle. I was headed down the last hill before my house when all of a sudden a very large ball of lightning came right between my handlebars of my bike and the front tire. I'd say it was about the size of a small basketball.
I don't know what scared me more, the loud thunder, or the fireball. All I remember after that was screaming all the rest of the way home, jumping off my bike and running into the house where my mother met me in panic as she didn't know what was wrong with me.
She said I was almost blue from screaming and nothing would come out of my mouth except raspy screams at that point.
Funny how one can remember such details from so long ago. Its also odd that today as an adult, I do love to watch thunderstorms and am not afraid of watching the lightning.
