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I've been thinking about close calls lately. When I was young, lightning hit our house. It hit the chimney and travelled as a fireball down the stairs and out the front screen dorr, ripping a huge hole in it. The fire department came and I remember how exciting it was for me as a child to see the fireman in their uniforms and big clunky boots chopping a hole through our upstairs chimney wall.
They made quite a mess, and what bricks weren't destroyed and tossed about by the lightning were then pulled out by the firemen so that they could ensure there wasn't a chimney fire. My mother was mad at the mess after they left!
The close call part is because this was at night and I had just come down the stairs (the stairs where the fireball went) from my bedroom to get a drink of water. My mother was standing in front of the screen door watching the storm but because she was so annoyed that I was up and out of bed once again, she left her position and walked through the living room as she scolded me. It was at that moment we heard the crack, the loud bang and woosh - there was the fireball!
So both my mother and I had a very close call that night.
What close calls have you had?