The fire

Ten years ago on New Year's day I was playing with my toys. The more I played the more I was getting bored. So I went downstairs and I met to my eyes a box of matches. So I started making fire.

I wasn't realising that the fire was getting bigger so I started throwing things in the fire. But the flames were only growing higher and blazing and brighter. I was starting to feel agitated and glum. I told my parents everything and they were starting to get cranky.

All of my valuable items were in the fire. It hurt more than a sting from a bee or a stab from a knife. We ran for our lives and fortunately for us none of us got hurt.

As soon as we got out we immediately called the fire fighters. After a quarter of an hour they arrived. I was shivering in my socks. The fire fighters were also feeling a bit fearful.

In the end, the fire fighters took out the fire but I still had a big concern. The house was ruined so we bought another one. So I helped my parents to buy the furniture and the house. It was very painful!