One such elemental force of nature that seemed to draw us innocents in more than anything else, was fire. It’s hypnotic, rhythmic yellow dance cast a spell upon us.

... Oh, boy, this is not going to end up well...

”Hey.” Lee called out in his usual sing-song manner. ”Why don’t we dig a hole right here and build a fire?”

Yeah... this is so not going to end up well...

I spied a half-empty Lynx deodorant can that we had been liberally spraying at each other a few hours back. I recall picking it up and reading the label. Flammable substance.

..OOOOOOHHHHH MAN, THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO END UP WELL...

His fingers touched fragments of brittle hair which broke off like a scorched character in a Tom & Jerry cartoon. He turned to me, eyes filling with tears. ”I’m… deformed.” That was it for me. Game, set and match.

Yeap. There you have it. Although, could have been worst.

Man, you guys were game back then...