No, I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth. I’ve just been lacking material, but it turns out, all I needed to do was go home for the weekend.
No sooner than I arrived, my mom got a phone call from a neighbor woman. “We’ll come down and look at the fence sometime this weekend,” she said. I asked, “What fence?” Mom looked at me with frustration and began to tell me what happened.
Apparently, my two brothers (6 and 8 years old) decided they wanted to build a camp fire. These are the same two brothers that have been fascinated with cigarette lighters and burned a large spot on the carpet in their bedroom (they now have a tile floor in there). Anyway, they decided to build a fire. They piled up some sticks and a bunch of leaves. I’m not exactly sure how they knew what to do, but it sounds like they built it mostly correctly. Maybe arsonists are just born knowing how to build fires–perhaps it’s instinct.
But the fire began to spread. They tried stomping it out, but it got out of control and started burning the wooden fence they built the fire beside. Realizing they could not stop the fire, they ran back to my mom’s house, went in their bedroom, and shut the door. Mom noticed they were acting strangely, so she went outside to see if she could figure out why. That’s when she saw the firetruck down the street. Immediately, she knew the boy’s were responsible.
Hence, the reason for the call. Mom is going to have to replace the fence. After she hung up, I told her, “At least they’re not starting fires in her house anymore.”
April 6, 2009 at 2:47 pm |
I know you appreciated the material, but you must be otherwise glad to be outta there