I’m just saying..

When I was little and growing up we never, absolutely never, got to light any types of fires. We never lit candles (other than birthday ones) and honestly I don’t ever remember even having a fire barrel. Now I’m sure we did because pretty much everyone has fire barrels to burn their trash, but I don’t really ever remember one when I was growing up. Maybe our parents lit it?   So tonight when I was coming home from town to pick up some Easter things for Kyle’s classroom in Korea, I noticed as I turned the corner this kind of a glow across the section. I thought, what in the world is that? Then I figured out that it was one of our neighbors burning their set aside farm acres.  Now thinking about how we grew up and deathly afraid of fires,there is no way on this whole earth that I would even consider sleeping tonight with this fire going if I was this farmer! I’m just saying.