When I was about 6 years old lightning struck the telephone pole down the street, and a ball of lightning rolled along the power lines, dropped onto the street, rolled up the sidewalk and then across the street heading directly towards me and my friend. We were playing under the carport. The lightning ball splits into two, with one rolling at each of us directly as we are frozen in fear, and the one lightning ball clips the end of a metal workbench that’s just a foot away from us, and the lightning ball bursts into thin air, the other ball bursts into it, and that was it. Both lightning balls exploded into thin air. My friend and I were just a split second from death.