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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We used to burn things. Anythings. Lots of things.There were these prefab huts up at the park, which were sort of an extension of the school which was next to the park. They were the long double classroom ones. Lots of schools have them.
They'd only lasted about 6 months before falling into disrepair for some reason (vandalism probably), and the school no longer used them anymore.
We used to have catapult fights in them and generally use them as a 'base'. They were great.
One day we were bored of the ususal levels of destruction, so we decided to draw nobs all over them with our recently procured spray paint.
Naturally, there's only so many nobs one can draw before the novelty wears off, so one of us hit on the idea of flaming nobs.
We did a few flaming nobs, all of which went out soon after.
Again the novelty wore off and as it was about time for tea, we went home to my mates house, who lived about 1/2 a mile away.
About 2 hours later we went outside - i'm not sure what for, but we became aware (having forgotten completely about our earlier antics) of whisps of ember floating around our heads in the street outside his house and the thick smell of burning.
As we turned to each other the realisation hit us and we nipped to the end of the road to have a peek at our work.
The blaze was magnificent. The furore was quite a scene. Both the huts had gone up - and they really did light up the sky.
We were very proud of that.
(, Fri 4 Nov 2005, 9:32, Reply)
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