FIRESTARTERon September 10th, 2011 at 7:34 AM
As a kid, I was always fascinated with fire. Someone had tobe looking out for me, because this fascination could have led tofatal results. When I think of the things that I used to doplaying with fire, I wonder whether I was really that stupid.After seeing a Tarzan movie with my uncle Jimmy, Ronald, andTodie, we went to the old Rickses lot to recreate our favoritescene. The scene involved Tarzan swinging on a rope into a fireand out. We tied a rope to a tree and built a big fire and started swinging and jumping into the fire. When I jumped into thefire, my pants-leg started burning. Being scared, I started running. Mrs. Pinkston grabbed me and knocked me down to put out thefire. After putting out the fire, she took me home to my mother.With only the tenderness that a mother could have, shedressed the burns on my leg. She then took me to the my bedroom ,laid me on the bed and left the room. I felt a moment of reliefbecause she didn’t beat me. aveeda . That feeling was brief because shecame back into the room and beat the h__ out of me. She must havethought about what could have happened to me. Diamond District NYC . In my opinion shewas thinking too much because that was a day long beating.While living on Ninth Street, Ronald, Kenneth and I wouldbuild a little fire in the backyard. kay . We would get a couple of 22bullets and throw them in the fire. We would peep around frombehind a tree while they went off. Now that was stupid!!!!Finally, setting a can of paint on fire in the basement andtrying to put it out with water. Naturally the burning paintspread through the basement catching the curtains on fire.Boy! Did I have a knack for doing stupid and dangerous things.