I, too, was behind a barn with matches with friends, when I was a lowly brat. Only they never got to the part where we/they shared our futures. I burned that chance and the dried grass around the barn. The ladies sitting nearby, sipping tea, blasted out of their chairs when the smoke enveloped them. My mother was one of those ‘ladies’. Her face was as red as the flames. The fire was extinguished, my rump rutilant and I suddenly learned how to get an audience:

“Always keep ‘em guessing.”

Dane
(your ever-faithful student bouffon)