Ah, thunderstorms. My crazy aunt comes and picks me up in her car and drives around until the thunderstorm is over, saying being in a car is the safest place to be in a thunderstorm. She doesn't want me to die, so she insists I come along with her.

and when I was a kid, I wouldn't even touch walls or look out windows when there was a thunderstorm. My aunt told me a story about a kid who got a lightning bolt in his face through a window.

I'm surprised I've got the guts to walk outside!