When I was nine, we lived near Champaign, Illinois in a 100 year old four story house. We had this pine tree that had split in half in our front yard, but it didn't seem to be doing anything. It just looked like it grew in two directions. I had a feeling it would soon fall, Dad knew it too, but...."too much money".
One day, we had an ice storm. My brother and I were messing around in our room, probably playing with Matchbox cars. My mom came in and said the tree fell on the house. I was just like, "Wot?" cause I didn't hear anything. Next morning, I saw the tree leaning on the living room window. Oh yeah, and the tree remained leaning there for a couple weeks before my dad finally brought two guys out to get rid of it.
