My scariest moment

My scariest event happened at my grandmother's house at 9:43. We had a blackout from a storm. I was 8 and a half. Thunder had struck a pole and fell right by my grandmother’s house. My grandmother, my sister, and I all got scared I was scared that something might happen to them and me. I really did hate thunderstorms epically this one.


But the worst part was that my grandfather did not come back from the store. After about a half an hour we went to the basement. After that we heard a window break after spending two hours in the basement the wind started coming down and after fifteen minutes my grandfather came home.