When I was about 12, I watched lighting strike a Ceder tree out about 75 yards from my Grand Parents house. I was sitting on the front porch, in a chair. My Grandpa was sitting sideways in the swing. A ball of what looked like a big ball of fire came bouncing down the driveway, across the yard and up onto the porch. It hit my Grandpa, knocking him out of the swing. He jumped up trying to rub many places at once, screaming for my Grandma. He came out of his Bib Overalls fast. My Grandma came out and I told her Pappy had been hit by lighting. The old man was still screaming and rubbing places all over his body. Grandma stripped him to see what was going on. Every place where his overalls had a metal rivit, buckle, snap, or button, there was a burn on him. Also where he had metal in his pockets, change and pocket knife, there was a burn. He carried the scares from those burns to his grave, some 20 years later.
