Up In Flames
When I was five our house burned down to the ground. We were in it at the time and had to crawl out on all fours. Everyone made it out okay except for the dog and cat. My mom didn’t tell me that part until I was 20 and I found out that they really didn’t get scared, run off and find another girl just like me to live with.
We lived in New Mexico at the time and it was snowing outside. My brother, two cousins and I went to the neighbors to get out of the cold. We watched out the window as the house burned down. I can remember watching the windows melt.
Our town was so small that they only had a volunteer fire department and when they got there the truck died and they couldn’t get it restarted.
We had a water…
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