Thomas Loades
(Probabaly should've made this a poll, but I'm largely computer-illiterate. 
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Anyway: I used to be utterly terrified of thunder when I was really young (ca. age 2–7), to the point where, at the most distant, non-loud rumble of thunder, I would cover my ears and wait for the storm to go. It used to be really scary at night for no real reason — just was. It would always wake me up, and no pillow or anything to plug the ears would dampen the noise.
Now, it's different . . . I'm not scared at all. Maybe I outgrew it, or something. But I still jump at the REALLY loud (close) ones — they tend to make the walls of my house vibrate.
That said, when I was four — the peak of the scared period — there was this awesome storm that came over the house we lived in at the time (not in the inexplicable weather void our present one is in); the clouds were green, and I'll never forget that, or the hail, which is still the largest I've ever seen — golf-ball size. (I wanted to run out and catch them, and my mother had to restrain me.) I was so utterly entranced by the hail and clouds that while I remember all the clamor the stones maade falling on the sheet-metal carport, I didn't hear the thunder at all (though it was there).
)Anyway: I used to be utterly terrified of thunder when I was really young (ca. age 2–7), to the point where, at the most distant, non-loud rumble of thunder, I would cover my ears and wait for the storm to go. It used to be really scary at night for no real reason — just was. It would always wake me up, and no pillow or anything to plug the ears would dampen the noise.
Now, it's different . . . I'm not scared at all. Maybe I outgrew it, or something. But I still jump at the REALLY loud (close) ones — they tend to make the walls of my house vibrate.
That said, when I was four — the peak of the scared period — there was this awesome storm that came over the house we lived in at the time (not in the inexplicable weather void our present one is in); the clouds were green, and I'll never forget that, or the hail, which is still the largest I've ever seen — golf-ball size. (I wanted to run out and catch them, and my mother had to restrain me.) I was so utterly entranced by the hail and clouds that while I remember all the clamor the stones maade falling on the sheet-metal carport, I didn't hear the thunder at all (though it was there).
!! I love the house shakers and the "ridge rumblers" (For those who do not know, ridge rumblers occur when thunder starts in one end of the valley, and is "trapped" in the valley until it gets to the other end. 'Tis a really cool sound effect 
!!). 
