At 1 a.m. I came out of my room and I was overwhelmed by the smell of something burning. I thought it was the heat at first but the heat doesn't have the same smell. I woke up my mom and we went throughout the house and the smell was everywhere, and even worse outside. Our house is old so we thought maybe something electric had started in the walls and we just didn't know it. My mom called the fire department. The dispatcher told us to go outside and wait in the car just to be safe. Here are the things I grabbed before I went outside: my dog, my purse, my journal, my cell phone and a picture of my dad. Luckily, the firemen looked through the entire house with their fancy thermal imaging camera to look for hotspots. They didn't find anything. Evidently, somebody had been burning something outside. Or there's a meth lab down the street.
I've always wondered what I would grab if my house caught on fire and I had to make a quick escape. Now I know.
I just can't imagine losing all the stuff I didn't grab.
This is Lucy during our wait outside.
