Saturday, November 27, 2004
1) I'm on the back porch of the house in Morganfield talking to my Dad. The sky starts to get really dark, and I start telling my Dad a story about getting struck by lighting. The wind starts blowing really hard, so I run out into the yard, hoping it will happen again. Lightning starts stiking all over the yard, but not on me, so I'm running around aimlessly in the yard, trying to get hit.