Oh yes.
At the young and tender age of 9 years old I was fascinated with fire. My brother and sister were still at the age to be drinking baby milk, which came in huge metal tins. So I took an empty tin out to the back of the house, sneaking like a very sneaky thing past the kitchen windows to the bushes behind the house. Rhododendron bushes which the neighbours couldn't be arsed to cut down. So I filled my tin with leaves (it was a dry summer) and set fire to them. The fire kept going out. 'Bloody fine then', I thought to myself. I tipped the leaves out of the tin and wandered back to the house. Twenty minutes later the bush was in flames, so out I trotted with my tin again. This time filled with water. Eventually my parents noticed that I kept plodding past the kitchen window with a baby food tin, by which point the flames had engulfed the bushes. The old dears then saw the fire and made a swift phone call, causing the fire brigade to come out pronto to put it out. To this day my parents think that somebody dropped a cigarette on the dry grass which started the fire...
(bedsitmartyr : Doctor of Bottles, Tue 2 Mar 2004, 18:05, Reply)