Journey Story__JoSe__So This is My Journey Story…

It was supposed to be a typical Saturday morning when Jimmy decided to go meet up with his friends at Faraway Park. He was following his usual routine, playing on the swings, chasing around the girls that would often come up to him say hi and then take off running, meet up with his friends from school and argue about how much Pokemon was better then Yughio. Except this time, before he made his way back home, he passed by a bush and heard laughter. So he snuck up to take a look, it turned out that there some other kids about his age crouched in a circle. The thing that caught his attention was the flicking of a flame. As he got closer he finally saw what it was, it was fire the one thing his parents had always told him not to play with for some strange reason. He never really understood why, and now he questioned why couldn’t he play with it? There were these other kids playing with it, so it must be ok if he did to.

After seeing fire for the first time, he made the decision to try and get as close as he could to that memorizing flame. As the days went by he began hanging out with them. They poured gas onto little animals and then light them on fire. They loved to torture other kids for no reason. Since this was all new to him he didn’t know whether to decide, if what they were doing was good or bad. Seeing how he didn’t want to lose his new friends, he never questioned them. Then the day finally came when they took him up to an empty lot on the suburbs of the town, to see if the was ready to start handling the fire on his own. They told him that in order for them to trust him more, he had to pass three tests. The first one had to do with him capturing the first animal that crossed the lot and a drench it in lighter fluid then light it. The seconded one had him stealing a bunch of matches and anything flammable that he could find as a form of payment to his new friends. Lastly he had to get a bag full of dog poop, then put it on the door step of the neighborhood's watch house, and light it on fire.

The fascination with fire became an obsession. At times he would steal matches from his parents and run off to enjoy his prize. For a while the sight of fire brought joy to his life. But as time went on he began to think of ways on how to make the fire more powerful and full filling. He experimented with every single thing that said flammable on the label. Every day that he met up with his pyro buddies they would swap ideas and stories of the things they had done. As always Jimmy could never match their stories.

So one afternoon he invited them back to the empty lot where they had first introduced him to the glorious fire. He planned to show them all that he could light the greatest fire they had ever seen. He gathered a bunch of dry brush and set it next to what appeared to be an abandon motor home, pour some lighter fluid on it and then lit it. The chemicals from the lighter fluid burn a beautiful red, and orange, and for brief moments would suddenly change to a blue and green.

What they didn’t seem to notice at the time when the brush was burning, was that the heat had begun to ignite the wall of the motor home. Everyone began to panic, but in a split second his so called friends abandoned him with out warning. Jimmy was left there gazing at the fire. And in that moment he began to think about how simple his life use to be when he had no knowledge of fire. He wanted to be playing on the swing, feeling the breeze instead of the scorching heat.

Then there was a voice coming from with in the motor home, it was an old lady calling for help. “HELP, please some one help me!," screamed the old lady. “Aww man what did I get my self in to, this is why my parents always told me to stay away from fire. But I can’t leave her in there, but if I stay I'll get caught," he thought. He could have left but he knew that what he had started was wrong and had to take responsibility for his actions. So he raced in, and led the old lady to safety.” Thank you so much young man, I wish that there could be more kids like you around this neighborhood. Lately there have been a couple of kids who where constantly playing with fire up here. I am glad that you weren't one of those kids otherwise, I would have been dead by now," cried the old women. The whole crazy experience he just witnessed left a strong enough expression on his mind that he vowed never to play with fire ever again. When the fire men asked him if he knew what had started the fire, all he said was, “it was a bunch of crazy kids that ran off as soon as it started.” After that he never played with fire ever again.