actually that reminds me of something. when i was very young (under the age of 4) i almost burnt down the flat my mom and i were residing in. we had a pet rat, and as a child i was fascinated with fire and just worked out how to work a lighter. not thinking ahead, i lit some of the straw/bedding in the corner of the rat cage just to see it light up. of course it started blazing very quickly and i tried to blow it out but couldn't. panicking i ran back to bed and pretended to be asleep. my mom woke up soon after and put it out, saving our rat. she assumed it was an electrical fire or something for years until i told her it was actually me at a very young age. i felt so fucking guilty about that for ages.
when i confessed years later it was pretty much "you know when the flat almost burnt down? i think that was actually me. sorry." also for the record i love animals, especially rats, i wasn't trying to cook our pet. i was just too curious for my own good, especially when it came to fire. to be honest i didn't even know there was a rat in the cage, i just thought at the time it was a cage of straw.
OUR VERY OWN PET STRAW
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