Here are some other little facts:

I loved playing with fire when I was a kid:

I once came down from the attic after we had been throwing gunpowder (we undid a bunch of black cats) into a candle with no eyebrows and my bangs burnt off. My mom simply asked me what I had been doing, and what the smell was. Then I got it.

We used to make our own fireworks.

Got into a match fight with my twin the day my dad went into the hospital for cancer surgery. We were supposed to be doing our homework and waiting to get picked up for swim practice (We were in 5th grade). We couldn't find one match in the laundry room. Later we saw smoke coming from the vents. We put it out before the firemen came. However, when my mom came home from visiting my dad in the hospital the neighbor offered my mom a stiff drink BEFORE she went down the street to our house. I think he saved the family from additional disasters and breakdowns.

Of course I was always the one up at 5:30 in the morning when we went camping to start the campfire and get it going real good. I love to chop wood too.

So, If I can come along can I please be in charge of the fire building! I now know fire safety! :-O I promise that no autoharps or banjos will go up in flame.

JAB