Playing With Fire
When I was young, my entire family would go camping on holiday weekends. In the evening, the adults would build a huge fire in order to get coals on which they would cook dinner. Then, late into the night, they would sit around the fire and talk about the good ol’ days.
My cousins and I loved to poke the fire and throw in trash. The sight of the trash burning was amazing. We eventually decided to build a small fire of our own. We surrounded a few twigs with rocks and tried to start our fire by rubbing two sticks together. We gained smoke, but never any fire so we finally used matches. Then, once again, we poked the fire, but this time it was our fire that we poked.
As the years have passed, my cousins and I no longer build our own fire. We have replacements. The younger cousins, who are the age we once were, are now amazed with what fire can do, poke the fire, and build one to call their own.