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The Day We Burned Doug Richter

It was a summer day dressed in boredom
For four suburban Ohio boys
Looking for some excitement
In their banal lives from their banal toys

We took some old models of Navy ships
To a distant wooded stream
Armed with a box of blue tip matches
And mason jars filled with gasoline

We loaded up the ships 
Full of the flammable fuel
And set them adrift in the stream
Thinking we were kind of cool

Then Jonsey had an idea 
On how to create an eternal flame
As he slowly poured gas from his jar
Into a ship that towards him came

Before the words escaped our mouths
That his idea was a foolish one
The flame shot up the stream of gas
And his jar he quickly flung

Some landed on my bare legs
Singing adolescent hair before patted out
Then suddenly I was aware 
Of the words Johnny started to shout

“Drop and roll, drop and roll,” he did scream
I knew his instructions weren’t intended for me
I looked up and saw a dancing figure of fire
Doug was aflamed from head to knee

I was headed towards him to make a tackle
When he dropped and rolled on his own
The fire was quickly doused
But he was already severely burned

Doug bravely walked home alone
To tell a story that didn’t implicate us
As we watched hidden from down the street
His parents take him to the hospital in a rush

We moped in guilt for hours that day
Before we decided we had to confess
So we made our way back to Doug’s house
And gave it our very best

Doug was going to be okay
A few scars and plenty of pain
His parents made us make a vow
Never to play with fire again

I wore jeans the rest of that summer
To hide my bare, red legs from my Mom and Dad
They never knew the part that I played
In this saga that turned out bad

As future summers came along
We accepted the boredom quite solemnly
Not wanting to repeat that day
We tried to escape the banality

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 7/6/2012 3:20:00 PM
Yes sorry you lost a long-time friend. What a wonderful write though!
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Date: 7/6/2012 9:57:00 AM
So sorry to hear about your friend passing Joe! What a compelling story and a lesson well learned. Hugs
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Date: 7/5/2012 8:00:00 PM
wow, what a tale this was!! I much enjoyed reading this, and so sorry about your friend's passing.
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Date: 7/5/2012 7:15:00 PM
A child's life is much scarier for the parents than for the kids. Hope yours do not do this sort of thing.
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Date: 7/5/2012 6:34:00 PM
A great story Joe. The best of kids can still do the scariest things at that age. What a great friend he was. Thanks for the great read. Love, joyce
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Date: 7/5/2012 1:40:00 PM
sorry to hear 'bout your old friend, Joe.....what a story.....jimbo
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Date: 4/27/2011 11:00:00 AM
when I was very young my older cousin got badly burned playing with a blasting cap, it gave me a healthy respect for fire, as I sat in the car with him on the long drive to the hospital, we think we are so invincible when we are young, well penned my friend
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Date: 4/27/2011 9:22:00 AM
I've heard it said, "If you play with fire, expect to get burned." This was quite a dangerous activity and your parents would have been quite upset if they'd known what had happened. Glad you learned from this incident, bro. Love, Sis
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