Pyromaniacs
Until tonight, I never realized quite the degree of pyromania my brother and I had when we were little. Honestly. Mum, Sam, Kait, and I were sitting around the table talking tonight, and somehow that topic came up.
Imagine me, 3 years old, running off down the road with Sam and Daniel and Oliver Arnold, to light matches and drop them down into the oil in an old engine. Them being 5, 8, and 4. None of whom should prolly have been lighting matches, let alone teaching the 3 yr old tag-a-long girl. And that was just the beginning!! Everything Sam and I did seemed to involve fire. We'd swipe some gasoline and go off and find a big ant hill. Pour the gas all over it, and light it. Ever hear the sound of fire rushing through ant tunnels? Or, we'd take all the over-ripe cucumbers and zuchinni's (sp?) from the garden and burn out the inside, and use them as chimneys, after lighting a fire in our fire pit. OR... all the times we'd go up to Kai's, and all we did there was go out in the woods and ...you guessed it, light fires. Though these were camp fire types, we never burned things down. And apparently we'd go light fires with Steffen and Lea too, but I don't remember that. Basically, we lit a lot of fires. Where were our parents, you ask? Well,they trusted us. Figured we were pretty safe. Lucky for them, they were right. The hundreds of fires we've lit, and nothing's been destroyed. Though Sam tells us he and someone just about burnt the barn down once, smoking straw or something retarded thing.
Anyway. I've either blocked most of these memories, or else just didn't think of them all at once to see the obvious connection... of a couple of fire addicts. Ah we've come so far :)
Imagine me, 3 years old, running off down the road with Sam and Daniel and Oliver Arnold, to light matches and drop them down into the oil in an old engine. Them being 5, 8, and 4. None of whom should prolly have been lighting matches, let alone teaching the 3 yr old tag-a-long girl. And that was just the beginning!! Everything Sam and I did seemed to involve fire. We'd swipe some gasoline and go off and find a big ant hill. Pour the gas all over it, and light it. Ever hear the sound of fire rushing through ant tunnels? Or, we'd take all the over-ripe cucumbers and zuchinni's (sp?) from the garden and burn out the inside, and use them as chimneys, after lighting a fire in our fire pit. OR... all the times we'd go up to Kai's, and all we did there was go out in the woods and ...you guessed it, light fires. Though these were camp fire types, we never burned things down. And apparently we'd go light fires with Steffen and Lea too, but I don't remember that. Basically, we lit a lot of fires. Where were our parents, you ask? Well,they trusted us. Figured we were pretty safe. Lucky for them, they were right. The hundreds of fires we've lit, and nothing's been destroyed. Though Sam tells us he and someone just about burnt the barn down once, smoking straw or something retarded thing.
Anyway. I've either blocked most of these memories, or else just didn't think of them all at once to see the obvious connection... of a couple of fire addicts. Ah we've come so far :)
posted by Hannah at 4:53 PM
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