Lightening struck the tree behind me in this photo (many years later) and killed it dead.  It split a ways up, and the top landed in the woods behind the house, an impromptu jungle gym. I carved boy's name on the fallen tree. After a while, my dad hired some men who came with a big machine to grind the stump out of the ground. I found this totally amazing - that it took such a big machine to remove its remains from our lawn.