Fire ignites a variety of feelings in me. I can sit and watch the flames for long periods of time as they change and move as if they are alive. Fire can be beautiful and peaceful. It provides heat and a way to cook food. Fire is nature's way of cleaning an area and allowing for new growth. Fire is mentioned throughout the Bible - the burning bush encountered by Moses and the flames of Pentecost come to mind. There are historical fires such as the fire that destroyed San Francisco and the one in Chicago allegedly started by Mrs. O'Leary's cow. This aspect of fire is terrifying.
When I was 8 or 9 there was an afternoon thunderstorm (normal and expected in Florida). Mom, Diana, and I were in the living room. I went to my room to get something and there were flames shooting out of the little tv in my room! I turned and ran through the house and out the door to the carport screaming "Fire! Fire!". Diana had no idea about what I was screaming, but she started screaming also and followed me out the door. Mom ran toward the bedroom, picked up the burning tv, and ran to the carport where she threw the tv out into the rain. Her act or heroism kept the house from being set on fire. Seeing her carrying the burning tv scared me even more and it was quite a while before she could get Diana or I calmed down.
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