Here, have one from my childhood. My middle brother was one of those little kids who was obsessed with fire, but since he was a normal inquisitive kid and not a budding sociopath he'd usually keep his little hobby of setting things on fire (things like empty gasoline canisters and the like, this kid was v smart) where it would do no one harm and people wouldn't discover him. And he could NEVER EVER understand why mom could tell he'd been up to it when he came home covered in soot with his eyebrows burned off.
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