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Fires also fascinated me as a kid, and this was one fixation my father seemed to understand. Whenever we’d hear the siren that alerted the local volunteer firemen, we’d drop what we were doing, race to the car, and speed to the firehouse just in time to follow the fire trucks to the local blaze. “It’s a good one,” my father would whisper if the flames were raging out of control. I always felt closest to my father when we stood together and watched a neighbour’s house burn to the ground.