Watching an electrical storm up close is pretty thrilling and I got to do that as a kid more than once. Dad didn’t mind that kind of thing.
Later, with my own children, my tolerance for danger seemed much greater than that of the parents around me, and even of my husband who was sure legs would be broken and eyes would be pecked out. “What’s the worst that can happen”, I’d ask, “he’ll break an arm and we’ll go to the hospital and get it fixed.” It never happened when you expected it anyway. All the broken arms came when no one was even tempting fate.
To read this story from my childhood, “You Could Get Electrocuted Doing That”, click on the heading at the top of the page entitled, “You’ll Get Over It, Jane Ellen” and scroll to Chapter 10.