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When I was 6 I stole mom's lighter, took it out back to the abandoned building and was lighting the ends of some tumbleweeds. One of them caught pretty good, and I was thinking "Oh Shit!".. So I grabbed the first thing I could to try and smother it. Turns out the tar on the big shingles i grabbed was flammable too, so it burned through and the fire got bigger and bigger. By the time the fire department got there it was too late, the whole building was in flames.
My dad would have kicked the living shit out of me if he knew what really happened, so I told him I was underneath the building at the time and I saw the perpetrators shoes as he was running off - then I ran to the house. I cried my ass off, and I was scared shitless, but at least it was an abandonded building that burned to the ground and not my house.
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