The problem one faces in whacking together a biog is how to make it sound interesting to someone in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, or Dildo Run, Newfoundland. I mean, we all think we lead interesting lives. But compared to The Spice Girls Enough said. That in itself is not too interesting.
Kids burn their mitts everyday.
I used to light those big wooden matches we had around the apartment by scratching them on the brick wall in the alley behind the building in which we used to live. When they burst into flame I would toss them on the ground. One day I somehow started an old torn section of newspaper on fire, and my mittens went up in smoke. For days I hid behind telephone poles every time I saw the town policeman on his rounds this was in the days when the duty constable actually patrolled on foot. The teacher, a nun who in those days taught every class except music, tore my work to shreds.