The only time I ever seen the aurora was when we lived in the big house.  (I may explain that later).  I think we moved out of that house when I was four years old, so it had to have been before that.  I remember it was a very cold night, and Dad came and got me out of bed to see something.  I suppose he had been out coon huntin' with Uncle Red and had just gotten home.  There was a big bay window on the second floor, and we stood there and watched the sky light up.  I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, it was morning.  I felt warm and happy, and so close to my father at that moment.  I have always wanted to see the Aurora again before I shuffled off this mortal coil, but it's getting a little too late.  Well, if that is enough self-pity for tonight, I'm going to bed.