Adam Taylor
EF0
Well the first experience I can remember was when I was five or six. My family was camping at Calamus Lake in Central Nebraska in the middle of July. I looked off to the east and the whole sky was filled with a massisve line of storms probally over a hundred miles away. It was around sunset so the whole line was red and orange and bubbling. It was probally the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The great thing weather is most days I can just walk outside and see something beautiful 
