Today I saw these firetrucks on my walk home from class. They had to knock down the poles that keep cars from driving through campus so I assumed it was serious. I get so scared of accidentally catching my house on fire from leaving the oven on or my curling iron plugged in. The worst experience I had with fire was when I was in the mountains doing fireworks. My brother forgot to put the firework in the launcher so instead of going into the air it just went directly into the side of the mountain. It was so big and the trucks could not get to us because the roads were so windy and narrow. We had to figure out how to put it out fast because it was going up the hill where more people lived. We were beating it with brooms and the guys were filling trashcans up with water from the hot tub to dump. I get so intrigued by the firefighters because I feel like that is a dream a lot of people have when they were younger and I wonder if it was theirs.