The first big even in my life happened before I was even born. My mom, very prego with me, was alone in our little farm house doing the things that good house wives do while her other children were playing outside.
Heather, my oldest sister, her friend and my brother Stephen were playing in the barn, and it being winter thought it was just a bit chilly and decided to turn on the heater . Well, apparently the turbo heater was just a little close to the insulated walls of the barn... and yes, the barn caught on fire.
it started out as a small little fire, but as it traveled up the wall the trio began to get a bit agitated, they ran to the door to get out and found that it was stuck... it wouldn't open for anything! Apparently it was a bit tricky to open. trapped inside a burning building with nobody within calling distance turned from a horrible situation to a panic! 3 year old Stephen decided to give his try at the door ( yes he is still the stable, level headed one of the family), and what do you know... it got it open!
They raced to the house to tell mom, who didn't believe them. She told them to stop goofing round and go play. By the time they finally convincing her that it was really on fire, had her panic attack and finally got a hold of the fire department and my dad ( there weren't cell phones back then), the barn burned to the ground.
If you go back to that old house now, you can still see some bricks and the foundation of that burnt down barn. We build another one and eventually all the things we lost were replaced. But we still tease my sister about being an arson every once in a while.
The moral of the story -- 6 year old should not play with turbo heaters.
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