Fire, Fired, Fireworks.
That word has a horrible way of connecting itself to me.
I'm at work so ill try and make this quick.
Before i left NSW i was like 11 and my mum and dad left me home alone, yep, all good movies start this way.
I decided to fuck them, and cook my own dinner, just some chips. So i put oil on the stove and waiting for it to heat up. Now, ignoring all advice giving to me up to that point i walked away from the stove and went and played games. Yep, big mistake.
The oil heated up alright, started a massive fire in the kitchen, my dad was home by then, he eventually put the fire out but just the weekend before I used all the extinguisher to freeze grass, sounded like a good idea at the time, by the way, i recommend trying to freeze grass, its heaps of fun.
Anyways, the ending of the story is pretty funny, i freaked out, as one would, ran deep into the bush and sat there crying for like 6 hours.
OK, maybe its not that funny.