As the old saying goes, I found out the hard way. Timmy from Royal Road as they say, found out the hard way. It started as a casual Summer morn, birds chirping sweetly accompanied by the soft smell of daisies and tulips fresh in bloom. Cicadas chirping away and the green trees seemed only too happy to sit rustling in the scorching sun. Timmy was playing with his 9 year old friend (same age as timmy) Kate. They were playing happily not a care in the world about anything ominous. Timmy and Kate wondered off inside to stray from the summer heats, to only stumble upon a cabinet high up above away from their reach. Curiosity hit timmy like a playful cat so he started stacking chairs on books and books on chairs and chairs on tables untill he could finally reach the pandoras box. carefully prying the doors of the cupboard apart from each other he took a peek inside. Not much caught his eye except for a bright red box. Kate was telling him to get down and leave the cupboard alone but Timmy was under the siren’s spell of this box. Descending down his mountain of objects he held the red box close under his arm. Brown strips lay down the side of the rectangular box and there seemed to be a slidable piece that opened up to a holow inside. Again Timmy’s curiosity played up. Emptying this box of all its contents Timmy was nearly at his apex of research only one thing left there to be done. Mix the contents back with the box. Timmy had seen these before. His parents made glowsticks with them and Timmy wanted to show Kate the wonders of a glowstick himself. So without think he struck and dry stick upon the rough surface of the box. It lit up and burnt Timmy’s finger. He dropped all he was holding including match and just watched as the fire enveloped Timmy’s belongings. Timmy could hear his mum screaming as the fire alarm blurted out air raid calls for everyone person to run for their life, Kate had vanished and now he stood there in shock. The scarlet paint of his house was dripping off down the walls and the curtains vacated and large dark orange flame. Last Timmy remembers of his house is being ripped from smoke infested rubble. Timmy learnt the hard way that if you play with fire, you get burnt.