Sechsundzwanzig: A childhood memory

When I was 4-years-old, I burned down the bathroom in my old house.

You see, we had this lit candle on the back of the toilet and I, being a very curious child, decided to see what would happen if I put a sheet of toilet paper into the flame.  It went WHOOSH- which was SO COOL, as far as I was concerned.  So I put half of the roll of toilet paper in.  Let's just say the second WHOOSH was a lot bigger than the first- and there was a hand towel hanging on the wall above the toilet.  This was when it occurred to me that we might have a problem.  I remember that feeling of "oh crap" well.

I crawled out of the bathroom and ever so timidly got my mother's attention and took her to the bathroom.  Well, she was right in the middle of having a candle party with all of her friends.  I'll never forget the sound of so many screaming women trying to put out a fire.

Firefighters came, and I was terrified of them (but the fire was REALLY COOL?  I don't understand my childhood mind).  They took care of the fire and all was well.  But, needless to say, my dad came home and threw away every candle in the house.

Actually, they thought the candle had lit the hand towel up in flames on it's own.  It wasn't until I was about 12 or so that they found out it was me.

Is it weird that that's my childhood memory?

Well, there you have it!

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