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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I was sat outside my housewith Neil Smith and Richard Brown when the Garage door blew off its hinges and bent over the rear of our car. Neil Smith ran away, cheeky bugger, he was a ginger though. I ran into the house and made sure the dog got out, yeah that’s right: screw my family, Samson the Alsatian ruled!
We all stood outside and watched as crates of WD40 cans exploded for all they were worth, my dad used to sell em to businesses in the area and had just bought in a shed load wholesale. It took 3 fire engines about 3 hours to bring the garage under control. Scary thing was, the gas mains ran through the garage, another few minutes and the whole street was a gonna! My sister cried, I (being only 11) thought it was great. There were cans of WD40 embedded in the ceiling so deep, they were sticking out of the floor above! All my dads stock was melted, which was fortunate for him as a few weeks earlier he had moaned about all the crap he had in the garage and would never sell…hmmm! It made the local rag and I had the chance to excuse my lack of home work in maths the next day with: ‘my house blew up sir’ He didn’t believe me, I hated Mr Smith.
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