You guys are awesome and I'm so happy that you're in my life in one way or another.
And now, for a story from my childhood.
Ever since i was little i've had a fascination with fire. Look at this picture from my 7th birthday, for example:
Look at that. Absolutely riveted by the candles.
I think the first time my dad taught me how to play with fire, I was 6 and a half. he would wave his finger back and forth through the flame and i would just sit there and be perfectly still so i could figure out how exactly he moved his hand without burning himself.
The day I realized it was a matter of speed (not keeping your hand in the fire long enough for it to burn) I started to wave my finger in and out of the flame. It was enthralling to realize that I couldn't burn myself this way.
This is not a good thing for a child to realize because then they assume they are invincible.
Obviously, not true. But possible, no?
So I'd never been very afraid of fire, because I'd never had a real reason to stay away from it. Sure, we had the Fire Safety presentations in elementary and the "STOP DROP & ROLL" courses, but there was never a real threat because it had never happened to us.
Until one night when I was sitting by our fireplace and decided it would be a good idea to dry my hair next to it. Apparently not such a good idea.
I guess I just got too close to the glass and I burnt my hand on it. It wasn't too bad, in fact it was the subject of many jokes in elementary. One of my favourite jokes was where my friends joked it looked like a heart on Valentine's Day, haha.
So I still have the scar, and we still joke about it, but it's really a reminder...
I really have to stop getting so distracted by fiery things.
P.S. Thanks again to my mom for the awesome fish-shaped cake that you made that year. You're still awesome with cake.
Also, I didn't write this for pity or anything, I just thought this was a fun little story. See you tomorrow, nerds!
I guess I just got too close to the glass and I burnt my hand on it. It wasn't too bad, in fact it was the subject of many jokes in elementary. One of my favourite jokes was where my friends joked it looked like a heart on Valentine's Day, haha.
So I still have the scar, and we still joke about it, but it's really a reminder...
I really have to stop getting so distracted by fiery things.
P.S. Thanks again to my mom for the awesome fish-shaped cake that you made that year. You're still awesome with cake.
Also, I didn't write this for pity or anything, I just thought this was a fun little story. See you tomorrow, nerds!