As a kid I absolutely loved fire and I still do. I would always get to close and my parents would push me away from it. Get away mike, you'll get burned they always said. We moved when I was 9. I was completely devastated to find there was no fire place. My parents saw i was so glum. They asked and I sttuderd "t-theres no f-fire place." My dad kneeld down and gave me his lighter he said "here take this... Just... Dont go burning anything." from then on I loved it and never went anywhere without it. I would sit oh my bed staying entertained form just flipping it and watching the flame. When I was turning 16 we had my birthday party with all my family (most of them were idiots and died of stupid reasons) and friends. (which was just my only friends Caleb and Cailin) Right before blowing out the candles on the cake I quickly pulled out a can of hairspray. The flame burst out person it hit was my uncle I forgot he was standing there.
