"What's going on in here?" she asked. I felt my heart stop cold. I thought for a moment and answered the way any self-respecting kid would answer when caught red-handed in the middle of doing a Really Stupid Thing. I put the hose behind my back, looked up sweetly and said, "Nothin'." And I'll never know for sure why maybe she really believed me, or maybe she decided she really didn't want to know but my mom said, "Oh, okay," and went back in the house. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look back over the garage. It was a thing of beauty, all shiny and wet and not on fire. It was as close as I'd ever get to being a fireman. And, I had to admit, I did a damn fine job. |
What did you want to be as a kid?
{ special thanks to claire robertson for the illustrations }