when I was a child, my little brother and I were watching a storm from the front screen door. Lightning bounced off our cement steps and hit a tree across the street from us. The branches of the tree were on the roof of the house it stood by. I remember the loud noise it made and seeing all the shingles on my neighbor's house curled and My neighbor's dad running in circles with an apron. Mom told us that the house got a perm. It took her years to convince me and my brother that lightning is NOT funny.