I was probably 3 or 4 maybe 5 or 6, I can't really be sure.
I was just a little girl.
Playing outside with one of my little friends.
I played as children do with my mind not entirely in the then and there and my imagination taking over the world as I knew it.
From my point of view my friend and I were not playing in my backyard in shorts and t-shirts,
we were lovely ladies walking through a delightful garden.
As we enjoyed the sights and scents of the garden we came across a tea party.
Set up just for us.
There was no thought as to who might have set up a tea party for us,
just the pure joy of, "Oh what fun!"
"Come on," I insisted to my friend, "We'll have a lovely tea party."
We sat down and I serve my friend a lovely cup of tea.
There was only one cup, and I playing hostess knew better than to take it for myself.
I don't fully remember if my friend actually drank her tea,
I don't fully remember what happened after the tea party.
I only remember that suddenly it wasn't lovely anymore.
After the tea party I was pulled back to reality surrounded by panic.
After the tea party I realized that what my friend and I had thought was a lovely tea party was actually an old metal gas can filled with gasoline.
The one cup was the lid to that gasoline can.
I'd served my friend gasoline!
To be continued....