My father used to burn things. It was one of the few memories I had of him from my early childhood. I seemed to have got through my entire adult life without the need to make a fire of any kind, and yet they had been regular occurrences back then.
I have memories of being in my Nanas old house, it had a fireplace in the lounge and I was totally fascinated with it. No idea why but I’d ‘play’ with it all the time. One of the few memories from when I was young.
