• Was it the way that the wood glowed in the flame? Was it the intoxicating color that filled my eyes? Or was it the way I felt when I set that house on fire? The adrenaline still coursing through my veins. The addiction to my lighter.

    This was my life. They called me Fire Starter. They tried breaking me of my addiction. It never did work. Nothing ever worked. I didn’t want to be rid of my addiction. It made me who I was, and it was sweet. Oh so very sweet. This reckless girl with a passion for fire.

    Imagine, being the age of eight and lighting your first candle. Staring intensely at the hypnotizing flame. Amazing, I thought. Have you ever done that? Have you ever thought of that?

    I’m okay with being this way. It’s who I am, and I love it.