Fire starters: motherly advice

I remember fire when I was a kid. I used to lay under the dark and cool lattice porch. The sun dappled the dirt on the edges of my wooden cave sanctum. I would write my name in dupont cement, that rubbery glue in a tube, then I would light it with a match. Art, emotion, and super cool light effects.

Today someone might call me an arsonist and say I was a troubled child. The fact is, I grew up and became a superior welder. I love heat and understand it, in an intrinsic physics kind of way. I know that the metal gets excited by the fire and then starts stalking it. So one moves the torch and the metal will follow, like a well trained dog.

I digress.

A kid who starts fires may just be curious, wanting to learn fire. In a cave man sort of way control of fire is power.

So I wanted power. Who doesn't? Children ARE powerless and what kid worth their salt wants to feel like that, vulnerable and weak.

LOL, that a complete repudiation of my original claim. Or is a kid wanting to feel powerful wrong.


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