Fire

I was playing with fire in the kitchen, specifically candles. Mom was upstairs cleaning, or something. I started the corner of a piece of paper on fire and it quickly was becoming engulfed in flames. I dropped it, screamed for mom who came dashing down the stairs and stomped it out. She yelled at me good for that, and I did not play with fire again...until I was a teenager and would make little rivers of gasoline down the driveway and set them on fire. But that's a different story.