The douche kid we didn’t really like on swim team in HS called his dad Jeff. A teammate was like “you call your dad by his name?” “Yeah. It’s his name.” “But, he’s your dad.”

To me, it makes it feel less like a happy family and more like a boss/employee relationship. His logic was sound, but there’s more to it than that.

I was a lifeguard in high school. During a storm I went out in the rain to collect the fanny packs of medical supplies (we didn’t have to wear them back then). As I was rounding the last corner of the pool, lightning struck something across the parking lot (it was a big lot) about 50-100 yds away. I heard the bolt come down in a crackle and I turned to see it hit the ground. Everything happened in super slow motion: I remember turning as it connected and anticipating the boom. Even though I kind of joke about getting struck by lightning as a bucket list item, witnessing the amount of energy that is any lightning bolt is very humbling and a little terrifying. I still love being in electrical storms, though!