Last month, my parents house burned down.
I had been playing with the furnace, trying to teach myself how to do furnace servicing.
I talked to the HVAC technician when he was at the house, and I watched what he was doing. All I did was mimic his actions, without really making any changes. I grabbed one wire, and it broke off in my hand. I quickly closed the furnace up, and went upstairs before mom and dad got home from work. That night, something malfunctioned in the furnace and it caused a house fire. We lost everything, but everyone was safe. Mom and dad were upset, and I kept saying the fire was my fault. Dad told me there was nothing I could have done to start the fire, but I had been the one who was playing with the furnace before they got home from work. When the insurance adjuster came to the house, he said the fire was caused by an electrical glitch. We were lucky everyone was awake, because the fire spread so quickly. I started crying when they said it was electrical, and now I was sure I had started the fire. I told dad what I had been doing and he told me it had nothing to do with me. He was upset that I was playing with the furnace, but he didn’t think it had anything to do with the fire. I told him a wire came off in my hand. Dad told me the insurance adjuster said the fire started in the play room and not in the furnace room. I was thankful dad was trying to make me feel better, but I was still convinced the fire was my fault.