A few years ago Josh and I were in the backyard. I was working on our vegetable garden and Josh was burning wood. We had a surplus of wood from a tree that had been taken down and he wanted to burn some of it. Why? I am not sure. He loved to burn things. :)
I wasn't paying much attention because I had my headphones on. At one point I glanced over to see how things were going and I noticed that my lawn was on fire! Two patches about a 2 meters in diameter each. I look up and could see that Josh has a gallon of gasoline and he is throwing gas on to the fire pit. He had accidentally splashed gas on the grass and then somehow it had caught fire as well.
I screamed out to him but he couldn't hear me because he too had headphones on. I threw everything down on the ground and ran across the yard waving my arms. He turned around and saw the fire. I'm laughing and screaming "fire fire!" to him at the same time. He throws everything down, including the gas can (ha!) and grabs the hose to put the fire out. I yelled at him to take the gas can away from the fire pit, now!! lol I was still laughing though. It was awesome. But I was also very, very angry. I now had two black spots on my green grass. Why gasoline? Again, no idea. I told him we would burn the wood like normal human beings, at night, with no gasoline, while roasting marshmallows.
It reminds me of a story when he and his two brothers were young. They were living in San Francisco. One day one of his brothers (I can't remember which one now) set a field on fire. Of course I don't think Josh or his other brother did anything to stop it, and the deed was done. A field was burning and the boys were in trouble. It was an ongoing joke to tease Josh and say he was the one who started the field on fire. He always got so angry whenever his mother or anyone would say something to him. We were all teasing him because it was quite fun to watch him get defensive. "It was not me!" Oh but Josh, the lawn...that was you. :)
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