--by FREEhugsROCK, posted Jun 21, 2007
Where I live, July 1st means firecrackers! Last year, we had just finished lighting off a heap of firecrackers on the beach and had watched the show, so we started walking home. That's when we saw the smoke.
Near the museum (about 50m away) there was a bushfire. The dry grass and pandanas were burning away with no intention of stopping. The museum cafe staff were trying to put it out but they were only two women and having a hard time of it.The fire department was working overtime that night and hadn't showed up yet. So my dad, myself, my two younger brothers and their two friends drove closer and started helping out. After about 20 minutes of hauling water back and forth from a tap we managed to get the fire out! We headed home, covered in ash.
As we were leaving, one of the cafe chefs called out to my dad: "They're some great kids you got there, you know?" My dad just smiled and nodded.
I don't think anybody ever found out it was us that put out the fire. We weren't made honorary firefighters but what that cafe chef said made it all worthwhile!