When I was a child, my experience with high powered lines was at a distance. We were driving home, and some poor kid had been climbing a tree near the entrance to our road. He had fallen, and grabbed the power line on the way down.
By the time I saw him, he appeared to be purple and there was another boy at the base of the tree looking up at him. My mom was driving and didn't see anything of this. I told her "mom, that boy in the tree is purple." She said it was not nice to lie.
Later she went to the store and explained to me what I saw and said sorry. It's easy to understand, and I tell her to this day I would not believe me either.
So sorry for the kid.
I've never been comfortable around electricity since then. That image is sealed in my mind forever.
posted on 01/02/2013 5:49:53 PM PST
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posted on 01/02/2013 6:07:16 PM PST
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