When I was a little kid there were a couple of times that our house almost burned down. One was my fault and I'm just luck. The other was some neighbor kids and we had to call the fire department. I had a space heater in my room and one night when it was turned on I threw a pillow on top of it. When I woke up the next day my parents showed me the slightly burned pillow and explained the danger associated with the heater. That was kinda' scary and also sad. The pillow was a homemade throw pillow with a teddy bear on it. I had a matching set until one got tainted by the space heater.
The other time was more serious. It was attempted arson! There were these two boys who lived on our street who were trouble makers. I remember one time when they were walking around the block carrying a butcher knife and a big rope. One day I was out riding my little red bike and they got me to put it up in the back of my dad's pickup truck. They then put the tailgate down and said that if I rode fast enough I could jump the bike out of the bed of the truck. I was just about ready to go when my mom came out and quickly assessed the situation, bringing it to a quick stop.
Then one Sunday afternoon, when we got home from church, the pine tree in front of our house was on fire. We called the fire department and I think my dad put out the blaze with a garden hose. When the firemen arrived they traced the source of the fire back through the grass and over near the gas box in front of our house. It was a good thing we came home from church when we did. My parents suspected those two no good boys, but I don't know if they were ever convicted of being involved.
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