I fought fire with oil.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I burned down my backyard as a seven-year-old. I poured kerosene over dried leaves and set the whole place on fire, just for fun. Yeah, not a very normal thing to do.
I always wanted to find oil. It was always an irresistible calling.
One day, when we were coming back from school, we saw this big cloud of smoke coming up, and all these fire-trucks in the yard. The garage was burning down. I was 14, and we'd lost everything.
I set our house on fire when I was a little child playing with lighters. Boy, did I burn the place down!
I did mostly good things, except light things on fire.
I was so focused and so driven, there was this fire inside of me that was burning so brightly.
I waged war against my feelings.
Once, when I tried to calculate the height of the balcony, I broke my arm. Another time, I wanted to see if water moves faster than kerosene. When my father came out to smoke, a fire broke out.
I burned down our house, and that put a strain on our family.
I put a lot of fire in my punches.