by Tom Conally
The match flared into flame with a bright orange yellow glow. It wasn't the first match I ever struck, but it was the one that would do the most damage. The materials I had in my hand were dry and very ignitable giving off lots of smoke that made me cough hysterically. I struggled to keep the fire lit and admired the red embers that were turning to ash. My mother smelled the smoke and came running: "Have you been smoking, son?" I was only 6 years old.
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