Until earlier this year (I'm 27), I thought lightning and thunder were two completely different things. I thought lightning didn't have a sound and thunder was invisible.

Mel shares this shocking tale:

I was a very paranoid child; I was afraid of everything. One of these things was lightning. I had a lot of delusions regarding lightning. I distinctly remember walking through the grocery store parking lot with my family, and it was lightning a lot, so I grabbed my dad's hand—probably assuming that he would save me from being struck. I then heard another adult member with us laugh and say "She's holding your hand so that if she goes down, you'll go down, too!" I had no idea what this meant. I also had a little wall alcove of about three feet in my bedroom, in which I insisted my bed be. My parents probably thought this was a perfectly good place for a bed. What they didn't know is that my only reason was because it would protect MOST of me (my head, at least..) should lightning decide to strike through my windows—its only obvious entry into my bedroom.

Stupid beliefs often bring great comfort & reassurance! What's that they say, ignorance is bliss?