In 1962, one morning I awoke my parents with the greeting, "Happy Birthday Mommy. The house is on fire!"
It was true. It was my mother's birthday. My brother and I had been playing with matches in our bedrooms. I was safely using the ceramic tiles on my bedroom window sill, but my younger brother had been doing it next to his bedroom curtains and one curtain caught fire. My parents managed to put the fire out fortunately with just the loss of the curtains and smoke damage.
Kids!
