*clears throat, grabs megaphone* STORY TIME WITH FOUR™
I was about 4 ½, hanging out with my ex best friend (we’ll name her B for the story so I don’t have to keep typing that) and my Grandma, since we had to have adult supervision, of course.
Now from birth to like…. well still now, I’ve got /SUCH/ and over active imagination and that’s something to get into like, not now
But anyway, me and B were stranded in the woods. No supplies. We had to fend for ourselves.
The jungle gym was our shelter, the swings our transportation, the bark surrounding us on the ground the rough terrain.
The field was where we ended up- a vast and thick woods, full of trees and predators lurking in the shadows.
Our clothes were wet, dirty, torn up, we needed to build a fire if we were going to survive.
We gathered twigs, leaves, grass, anything we could find. I had my handy dandy box of matches, for this occasion. I started the campfire. We were safe for the time being. Until the lARGE MONSTER CAME AT US, SCREAMING IN A LANGUAGE UNKNOWN TO US. THEY STOMPED OUT OUR FIRE, FRANTICALLY USING ITS WATER POWERS TO PUT IT OUT AS IT SPREAD.
Now, in reality, my Grandma smoked at the time and while she was reading and not paying attention I straight took her lighter from her pocket.
I lit our lil campfire ablaze.
California is known as the Golden State due to the fact it’s really hot here and quite often, our grass is golden because it’s all dead.
The park was also looking a little golden.
It started to spread and if my grandma didn’t put it out, it would’ve caught flame.
I haven’t been to that park since.
My grandma doesn’t trust me there anymore.
This isn’t the only time I’ve almost set a public place on fire.