When I was 18, I was living with my dad on a farm. One day, I was screwing around with a flare gun, and I accidentally started a field on fire. I tried to put out the fire, and after everything was said and done, the paper wrote a story kind of painting me as a hero. I never told anyone that I was the one who started the fire, and I don’t know if I’ll ever tell my dad. He was so proud of me for saving the house and putting out the fire, I don’t want to let him down. I’m 28 now, so I guess I should butch up and just tell him.
