When I was about 7 years old and my sister was 9, we found some kind of fireworks while going through old things from the garage. We were searching for nothing

in particular. I guess we needed something to entertain us. After we found the fireworks, we hid it under our beds. My sister and I quietly waited for our parents to go out somewhere.

                                   As soon as our parents went out, we took out the match that we found earlier, took a strike at the firework and started fooling around with it. At first it was just very sparkly

but as time went by it continued to burn. Finally, we let go of the fireworks and dropped it to the ground. The little patch of dry grass caught on fire and started to spread. Thank God

our neighbor saw the smoke right away and cooled it down with the water hose

                                   That day, my sister and I got into the biggest trouble we could ever imagine, our first time of being grounded. After that incident we learned to be cautious off things and

distinguish danger, from fun.