Ben loved to burn things, not big things. He would wander round the garden flicking his lighter at twigs and leaves. One hot summers day, I was in the kitchen when I heard Ben screaming for me. He had tried to burn a little twig on a huge fir tree in the garden. UNfortunately, it was so dry that it went up really quickly and threatened to spread to the fence and neighbours garden. Luckily our hose was connected to the outside tap and we were able to extinguish it fairly quickly. However, half the tree is now brown and has never recovered. I remember this day every time I look at the tree with a smile on my face.