The second one, the cookout, reminded me of my older brother Kenneth. We lived in an area where everyone burned their trash in a pit. Ours was near a field and dad had cleared a big area around it of weeds. My brother decided to roast some potatoes and ended up catching the nearby field on fire he got such a huge fire going. No one had phones, back then, but we lived next to a canal and the neighbors got a bucket brigade going to put it out. I'm laughing now, but I think my brother caught holy h*ll from mom and dad.
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