I started playing with matches at five years of age. I’m nearly ten times that now and I still enjoy making a fire and watching it burn. But it always reminds me of my initial experience, back when I was in kindergarten and I was indirectly ‘burned’ from my matches.
As a smoker, mom kept matches in the house all the time. She stored them in the middle desk drawer behind the rubber bands. One Saturday morning, several of my friends arrived to play in our back yard. We decided to get the matches and light them. Of course, we didn’t want to get caught!