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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nappy rash and chappie firesFriends of mine had a similar experience, only using a can of creamed corn. Boiling, exploding creamed corn.
Once when I was 14 a friend and I reported a fire. We were wandering about around midnight (hooray for neglectful parenting!) and came around a school to find the wooden playground structure fully engulfed in flame. So we ran over to the nearest house with a light on and called the fire department. You'd think we'd get a little medal or something, what with the town being in the middle of a drought so severe they'd banned smoking outside because of the fire hazard.
But no. What I get instead in harassed for the next three weeks by a fire department bound and determined to prove WE set the fire. Why the f&ck would we report our own fire? They even used the old, "That's not what your friend told us" line, which I relayed to my mother, who informed me that this is known and the divide-and-conquer technique of interrogation. She's military, you see, and knew perfectly well her kid wasn't an arsonist, even if the Madison FD had their heads up their asses.
I should've just let it burn, anyway; it was behind a Catholic school.
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madrabbit is fully prepared, Tue 8 Nov 2005, 23:45,
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