Fire!We were all in my aunt's kitchen at the back of her huge rambling Victorian house. I was only small and had wandered off to go to the loo, but given up after finding the hall full of smoke. "That was quick," my mum said after a few minutes. "Yes - it's all smoky," I replied.
I've never seen adults move so fast.
So, like my cousin who'd managed to set fire to the roof, tell us your fire stories.
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chthonic, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 9:11)
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I was a bit of a firebug when I was younger.I've honestly no idea how or why it started but when I discovered that nail varnish remover was flammable (around the age of 9), it was like a new toy.
I'd experiment with all manner of plastic items, including my younger brothers toys - not out of malice for him, but because fire fascinated me. I burned (off top of head):
- his Texas Instruments 'Major Morgan' educational electronic toy
- a couple of his plastic cars
- the handles on a couple of screwdrivers
- 'battle damaging' some of my Star Wars vehicles and my Black Hole robot, V.I.N.C.E.N.T.
Of course, I had to conceal these experiments and so they went down the back of the drawers in the kitchen. I was found out when the amount of carrier bags in the drawers started impeding their opening. Removing the drawers, my handiwork was discovered.
I got a damn good shouting at - my parents had not long had the kitchen redecorated after a chip-pan fire during a spate of late-night (and no-doubt drunken) chip making by my old man destroyed the kitchen!
There you go - two fire tales for one!
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