At the age of twelve, I found myself taking shelter beneath the majestic canopy of a colossal oak tree amid a fierce storm. As if guided by destiny, a lightning bolt struck the very heart of that tree, coursing down its sturdy trunk and unexpectedly propelling me into the air, landing me abruptly onto the nearby street. Gradually regaining consciousness, I found myself surrounded by a group of pizza shop workers, their pristine white aprons now adorned with smears of tomato sauce, anxiously inquiring about my well-being. Although, regrettably, the electrifying encounter did not grant me any superpowers, it imparted upon me a profound revelation: the essence of life lies in the accumulation of experiences.