Imagine This

 by Margie Senechal

I've always had a wicked imagination, sometimes to my detriment. When I was eight, my best friend and I were left alone for the first time by our mothers.

I know, you're thinking eight? But, this was 1970 and on the Naval base in Iceland. Not much bad ever happens in Iceland--even now.

So, there Chris and I were feeling very "adult" when we spotted a book of matches in the gutter outside the living room window. 

I can't be sure who convinced who we were in dire dange...