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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Not exactly a house...It was a bland spring afternoon as I sat on the floor in the living room with nothing but a lit candle in front of me, a box of tissues beside me, and a black television screen glaring at the back of my head; so I, being the outstanding specimen of human intelligence that I am, decided to alleviate my boredom by combining my resources or, in other words, setting a piece of tissue paper on fire. What resulted from this was, at first, a brain completely at a loss for what to do, then, a confused and alarmed grandmother and a rather nasty smell, and finally, a few seconds later, a myself with a flaming tissue in my hand making a mad dash for the kitchen sink. Cue panic and fear that my mother would kill me/laugh at me.
Turns out it was not extremely bad, though it looked very nasty and had a ridiculously long recovery period.
*insert length joke here*
P.S.
(, Mon 7 Nov 2005, 17:00, Reply)
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