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#1 is True

The story behind it...

When I was about 11 years old, in sixth grade, we were living in Greenville, South Carolina. One afternoon during a huge thunderstorm, I was sitting in front of our large picture window waiting for my mom to get home from work. I was sitting backward on our couch with my arms on the back of the couch, head propped on my arms, looking out the window.

Suddenly a huge bolt of lightening struck a big tree right outside the window. Somehow a flash of the lightening came through the window and caught the edge of a metal watch I was wearing. I was left with thin red burned streak down the back of my hand. If I remember right, my sister was sitting alongside me, but I'm not sure. I have no scars to show for it, but my mother's word will have to corroborate my claim ;)

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Anonymous said…
Are we sure that Amy didn't get struck by the lightening? :)
Anonymous said…
Okay, you said 3 facts are true and 1 is not. Which other 2 are true??

~Sue
Unknown said…
Oh my word Jennifer, that is so hard to believe, and what a mirracle too!

I'll give my reasons for picking #4. I always root for the underdog if I don't already have a favorite, I don't care what it is. I know, your thinking, "what's that got to do with anything". #4 seemed to be the most obvious thing that you would have happened to you so I picked it to be the lie. That's just the way I narrowed my decision. Now I'll wait to see if I'm wrong.

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