Though anyone that knows me will know what this illustration is about, I ought to explain for those that don't know. When I was 13 (or was I 12?), I caught on fire. The end.
Wait, no, not the end. For decades, I had PTSD associated with the burning, along with other life events. I still have some residual issues, but I am much better now. I can be near fire without having a panic attack! Yay!
Nic, my beloved brother, I am sorry not to include a frame of your rescuing me. I wanted it to be simple. Hey everyone out there-- my big brother tackled me and put the fire out with his hands. My stepfather also helped, but Nic is the one that kept me from running straight through the back door like a cartoon character. Then my other brother Tono drove me to the hospital in his Blue Fish...
I have been busy and haven't checked these in a few days....horrid! all i can say is that is was a horrid feeling to see your little sister running by you on fire, and i mean ON FIRE! HUGE flames coming from her back...it can still make me cry, little bea burning! that tops any protective feelings i ever had for mary bea....i cried back then thinking of mary all alone in a garbage can.
all i wanted was you OUT, PUT BEA OUT SHE IS ON FIRE. my poor dad, i was talking to him on the phone, and all he hear was "bea's on fire!" click. so i wanted her to stop drop and roll, so i stopped dropped and rolled her on the kitchen floor, patting out the flames, it was horrible and i am teary now...wierd, my security word to post this is "cista", awwwesome
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Though anyone that knows me will know what this illustration is about, I ought to explain for those that don't know. When I was 13 (or was I 12?), I caught on fire. The end.
Wait, no, not the end. For decades, I had PTSD associated with the burning, along with other life events. I still have some residual issues, but I am much better now. I can be near fire without having a panic attack! Yay!
Nic, my beloved brother, I am sorry not to include a frame of your rescuing me. I wanted it to be simple. Hey everyone out there-- my big brother tackled me and put the fire out with his hands. My stepfather also helped, but Nic is the one that kept me from running straight through the back door like a cartoon character. Then my other brother Tono drove me to the hospital in his Blue Fish...
I have been busy and haven't checked these in a few days....horrid! all i can say is that is was a horrid feeling to see your little sister running by you on fire, and i mean ON FIRE! HUGE flames coming from her back...it can still make me cry, little bea burning! that tops any protective feelings i ever had for mary bea....i cried back then thinking of mary all alone in a garbage can.
all i wanted was you OUT, PUT BEA OUT SHE IS ON FIRE. my poor dad, i was talking to him on the phone, and all he hear was "bea's on fire!" click. so i wanted her to stop drop and roll, so i stopped dropped and rolled her on the kitchen floor, patting out the flames, it was horrible and i am teary now...wierd, my security word to post this is "cista", awwwesome
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