Fireman
Our hard hats are red, just like our courage.
When I was ten and my brother was seven,
we would go over to our dad's house for the occasional weekend.
He created this game called "Fireman"
where he would find old cardboard boxes and
turn them into houses,
drawing windows and doors on
the boxes' sides with Sharpie and adding
popsicle stick people as a finishing touch before
setting them in the backyard.
Then he'd set up the Radio Flyer wagon that he kept
in the shed, equipping it with shiny red hard hats and
bucket after bucket of water.
He would set a small flame to the cardboard house,
yelling "FIREEE" as his hard hat bounced
excitedly on his head. My brother and I would
sprint across the grass dragging the wagon behind us,
our own red hard hats slipping over our eyes as
we frantically dumped water on the make-believe house,
and sometimes our buckets weren't enough
and dad would have to lend a hand.
We would play this game for hours, endlessly
and tirelessly,
until the cardboard box was a pile of ashes
next to the swing set
and it was time for us to be picked up.
I remember this game more than I remember
most things from my childhood,
and I think it's because of the pride and awe
my brother and I felt as we watched our dad
running through the backyard with a giant
hose streaming water,
ready to extinguish the flames
we weren't able to put out ourselves.
When I need to summon bravery, I picture my
father's hard hat zooming past me and
mentally situate it atop my own head, the hat's
red hue radiating courage.
Kids rarely notice the feeling of having someone
always ready to help them, of knowing
that if they fail
they have someone who will
save the day, who
will put everything back together for them
before too much damage is done.
But I held on very tightly to every feeling of safety
I was ever given.
I watched as my father came
and drowned out the flames,
I memorized every moment of
his frantic running
so that I was sure I wouldn't forget
what it feels like to be
saved.
About the Creator
Emily Berger
Writer, editor, artist, dog mom, lover of chocolate and all things humor.
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