If you met my Dad's mum, you'd think she was just an average, normal, quiet old lady. But I recently learned that she was actually pretty hardcore. When she was a teenager in the 50's/60's, she was friends with a boy who flew a plane. They used to fly low over fields, where my grandma lay on the floor of the plane with the door open. She shot coyotes as they flew over the fields. HANGING OUT OF A FREAKING PLANE. And her brother was a mechanic who fixed up cars then raced them with her in small towns. She was pretty darn cool.