Thunderstorms And Shadows

There was a mini thunderstorm here today. I don't know what it is about thunderstorms that turns me into a small quivering child. A whimpering, wanting to hide under the covers four year old.

It brought back flashes of growing up, our house being in front of a huge forest and looking out the back window and seeing the mangled shapes of these trees against the dark purple backdrop of the sky. I remember my imagination running wild with thoughts of Bigfoot emerging and breaking down the back French doors and eating my siblings and I.

Anyway, the short thunderstorm gave me an excuse to put down my First Aid book and turn on the television, pop in the Jackass the Movie DVD and laugh. And it worked. No bad thoughts. Only good ones.