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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the lack of fire, rather.When I was 10 I got to acolyte(light the candles) in church for the first time. I was the only kid attending that day, so I had to do it alone. So out I go, leading in the choir, etc, when I notice the flame on my little candle-lighting stick is getting dim. I reach up to push the wick out some more, and the sleeve on my robes catches fire, and puts out the candle.
So, being the cool cat that I am, I held the candle stick up to my burning sleeve to re-light it, and then non-chalantly shook the fire out. Miraculously, nobody noticed, but they were confused about the smell.
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trintrin has jam for blood, Tue 8 Nov 2005, 22:16,
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