I Saw a House Burn Down

 It was my own.  I was very little.  The fire started in my bedroom closet from an old water heater.  I was asleep.  My dad woke up in the middle of the night and could smell smoke.  He woke everyone up and rushed in to save me.  I was already unconscious.  He pulled me from my bed and ran me outside where I slowly woke up.  My dad rushed back in to get my sister.  It was so hot that he didn't want to carry her out the door.  He threw her out the window into a pig pen where the mud was soft.  My dad made it out the door as well.  Everyone was ok.  My mom was out of town at the time, and when my dad was able to get ahold of her, she wouldn't except that I was alive till she heard me crying over the phone.  All ended up ok.  We only lost material things.  :)  

vaguevocalist vaguevocalist
18-21, M
2 Responses Dec 1, 2008

It's true. We're humble little farmers, without much to begin with. I guess it was technically a trailer, not a house. But it was really ok. It's strange. The things we miss most that are gone forever weren't the things that cost most, or even the things we needed to get later for basic living, but had a hard time obtaining. They were pictures, journals, notes, and memories. Little things like that. I don't think I learned my lesson very well, though... i still don't take many pictures. I still don't keep a journal. I think I'm going to start one today...

Awe.. you never told me about that.. I'm sorry to hear.... I'm glad everything turned out okay..