The morning was unfolding the same as it always had. My husband had already left for work and I was home with our two year old son, Cameron. Breakfast was already cleaned from the table and a load of laundry washing. We were just settling in the living room to watch a cartoon. The next set of events happened rather quickly with a strange sense of slowness. It was the lights in our home dimming …showed first 75 words of 633 total…

…showed last 75 words of 633 total…were examining the damage. The animals were fine and the destruction minimal. We found that our fuse box was the source of the fire. I can remember all my thoughts and actions. The stress of the moment embedded a permanent recollection of the event in my memory. The whole incident seemed to happen in slow motion as if it carried on the entire day. In reality, the whole incident happened in less than ninety minutes.