Most people will say that they are scared of thing that go bump in the night. Well me, not so much. So what is that one thing that can make me scream, holler and lose my voice all at the same time? Fire! Yes I said fire. Open flames. Anything that looks like it could be fire or smell like fire. Even right now the thought of being somewhere where the fire alarm has gone off is giving me slight anxiety. But I cannot say I have always been this way. But I can say that people that know me well are keenly aware of my fear of fire.
Let’s take a trip down memory lane. When I was a small child our house caught a fire and burned to the ground. And where I don’t remember the particulars I do remember standing outside with my family with lights and sirens and people just standing and looking. Ironically when I was in elementary school I remember walking home from school one day to find a house on the next street over was on fire. And tragically a child lost his life in that fire. So a few years later when we had a small kitchen fire and my immediate response was to run and lock myself in a room, I knew that was not a good sign. So maybe those two events at such a young age triggered a fear in me that I carried into my adult life.
As an adult I have evolved just a bit. When I first bought my house and learned it had a gas stove I wondered if we would be forced to live off of microwaved meals. But now I can proudly say I prepare stove-top meals for my family on a regular basis. And I have even used my fireplace a time or two. But please be warned. If I am ever in a place, and a fire alarm starts to sound I will be the first one out of the door. You can call me in my car, as I am already down the road, to let me know it was only a false alarm.