Have you ever started a fire?I went to sleep with candles burning - woke up to a circle of flame on the rug. Thought, "Tits. Better put the rug in the bath and turn the taps on." TIP: Don't put a burning rug into a fibre glass bath. I caused about £5000 of damage to the house and was coughing up smoky black phlegm for a few weeks. Can you beat that?
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rob, Tue 2 Mar 2004, 17:48)
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I was quite the pyromaniac when I was a younginI enjoyed setting all types of things on fire, ranging from paper to cups full of lighter fluid. I even used a magnifying glass to beat back invading ants and dead leaves. I was usually pretty safe about it, too. I would always do it on the cement in my back yard and have my hose at the ready in case something went wrong. I had never been caught in the act, so as my confidence grew, so did my recklessness.
One night I got tired of watching TV, and it was too dark outside to start a fire out there, so I instead decided to take my act into the comfort of my room. I figured I would go small to reduce the risk of being caught. I grabbed a handful of old class notes and lit them with a novelty lighter I got from Germany. I held the paper so the flames would slowly creep up the paper until I put it out.
When the heat was starting to become too much for me to bear, I started blowing on the paper to put out the ever-growing flames. Unfortunately, the fire was too big at that point to be put out so easily. I continued blowing in a panic, and quickly had to toss the burning the papers into a plastic storage bin to get rid of it. The heat was great enough at that point so that the plastic bin itself started to melt and burn, filling my room with thick black smoke.
I hurriedly put the lid back on the bin to extinguish the flames. It worked, but my room was still full of smoke. I turned on the ceiling fan to its highest setting and opened my window. I had to practically run out of my room to escape the choking smell. I went back to my regiment of watching TV downstairs and forgot about the whole situation, until a few minutes later I heard my sister call my name by my door and suddenly scream at the top of her lungs.
She had opened my door before all of the smoke had filtered out and assumed my room was on fire. Her scream brought my mother out of her room as well, and the smoke that escaped from my room set off the fire alarm that nobody knew how to shut off. The punishment I received was enough for me to leave fire alone from the on.
(, Thu 4 Mar 2004, 20:28, Reply)
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