Flame
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I had a candle lit on my dresser once when I was about eight or nine years old. Wanting to put it out I blew, but not hard enough. I blew only hard enough to move the flame, not extinguish it. Unfortunately, it moved itself towards a paper bag that was behind it, and whoosh. I was terrified. I ran out of my room yelling, and my uncle ran in there and whacked the thing out with his sister's brand new nightgown. It melted. That's polyester for you. We have such fear of fire, terrible fear. I know now why.