If you're on edg, and have the personal writing thing, copy this for all three
Saving children from a burning house.
When I was young, one of my neighbors houses was on fire, and it happened to be an apartment building. Before we knew what was happening, we could see smoke from our windows, and the smell of melting steel and burning wood. As we rushed over to where the fire had originated, we knew that someone was going to have to go save the people still in the building, as the fire fighters would arrive soon, but it would be too late for the people inside. I volunteered myself to go in Because I was the smallest, and the quickest by far. I knew that I could be in and out in just seconds, and that would have saved lives, so that is exactly what I did. I ran into the building, trying to stay low, I breathed in only when I absolutely needed to. The fire had started near the top of the building, so I knew that I had time to reach almost all the floors before the building came down. as I neared the top, I could hear the voices of kids. Running even faster, I ran into all the rooms, but only found one child, I knew there was at least one more. So as I sprinted up the stairs to the top floor, where it was almost all on fire. I saw two more kids. Grabbed them both, One in my left arm, one on my right, and the third was just holding onto my back. As I was leaving the top floor, I heard a crack, and my weight on the frail iron steps had broken the stairs. At this point, I could try to run all the way across the building to the other side, and reach those steps, but I knew, by the time I did that, that part of the building would be almost gone. So I immediately ran to the closest room I could find. I told all the kids to hold on tight, and I started to climb down the building, from the bottom of the fifth floor. I was nearing the bottom, only one more floor to go, then Ill be close enough, I thought. but out of no where, a microwave caught my eye from above. I looked up, but it was almost too late, I leaned as close to the building as I could, and the microwave missed me. I tried to proceed to climb down, but noticed that my weight had gotten a lot lighter, the microwave took down one of the children, caught his arm and brought him down. As I looked down in fear of what I was going to see, I saw the child unconscious, laying near the microwave. Now close enough to the bottom, I leaned back and let go, falling to the ground and safely handling all the children, except for Sam. Sam was the child that got hit by the microwave. Sam suffered from blunt force trauma to the head, but emerged from the hospital perfectly fine. He had just knocked himself out cold from landing on his head the way he did. After that whole incident, I've had a severe fear of fires, but known that that situation made me a better person.
Creds - Scouty B
