During storms my brother and I would climb onto my great big wooden bed and steer it through the wild seas. Dangling limbs were subject to shark bites, and one of us often lost a telescope overboard. When we spotted land we would disembark, and dine over popcorn made one kernal at a time over the flame of a candle. Cracking thunder ordered our attention to the sky for the electricution of clouds, and our games were forgotten. We learned of big powers to be feared.