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 nearly burned my house down aged 7 or so....by using a box of matches and some paper in the metal bin in my bedroom.
I burnt my hand carrying the flaming bin to the bathroom, which garnered sufficient sympathy from my understandably shocked mum for her to believe my "microscope on the window sill caught the sun and...." excuse (fucking genius quick thinking at that age eh?!).
Needless to say when my Dad got home he didn't believe that for a second, and it wasn't just my hand that hurt that night, but my heavily be-slippered arse too.
Lesson learnt.
Or rather, not- fireworks anyone? Round mine, 8 ish.
Safe.
(, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 23:18, Reply)
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