I wrote this story June 1, 2009. This was the first time I followed through with that urge to write that would not leave me. It is republished from my family blog.
One spring day Cameron said, “Mommy, I wanna be a fire fighter.”
Cameron’s mom corrected him, “Say, I want to be.”
“Let’s go to the town fire station and see a real firefighter,” said his mom. Cameron was very excited. He waited, and waited until the day finally came.
Cameron and his family went to the fire station to see the fire trucks. It was a cool spring morning. He wore his fireman outfit: red snow pants with suspenders, his yellow rain boots, and black wool jacket. He felt like a fireman.
The firemen were kind and showed everyone the trucks and their gear. Cameron wanted a fire man hat. He learned about the hoses, the first aid gear, and the shooter. The shooter was the best part of the fire truck. It was only used on big fires. It is a powerful jet of water that could reach high and low.
Cameron was hanging on the fire trucks. He thought, this is better than a play jungle gym. He was jumping off the grated steps and hanging on the long door handles. He was jumping from fire truck to ladder truck…when suddenly, the fire alarm went “ whoooo whoooo whoooo whooo.” All the firemen came sliding down the pole. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight- firemen jumped into their boots and gear and onto the trucks. Cameron’s family quickly moved out of the firemen’s way. However, Cameron had climbed onto the next truck and had lost sight of his family. As he was hanging on the fire truck’s ladder he felt the engine roar and rumble and suddenly the firehouse doors opened. With in thirty seconds the fire truck were rushing out of the building with bright lights flashing, the horn beeping and Cameron was hanging on the back. Cameron was scared, but he held on tight. He started to feel like a real firefighter going to put the fire out.
When they arrived at the fire Cameron hopped off the ladder. He looked around at the hustle. Then a fireman handed him a hat and said, “Hey, you better get your fire hat on!” Cameron looked like a firefighter with his red suspenders, rain boots, wool jacket and now a real fire hat. Indeed, the firemen thought he was a firefighter. Although he was short, they did not hesitate because this was a three- alarm fire and they had called in the surrounding towns to help. Everyone figured he was from the other fire company.
“Take the shooter up top!” a fireman yelled.
“Sure” said Cameron. He had always wanted to aim the water at the fire.
The three story building was in flames. The shooter truck was parked in front ready to aim at the second floor. Cameron firmly stood his ground with his toes wiggling inside his yellow boots. Suddenly the handle began to shake and he could feel the water racing through the hose to the shooter. “Sssshhhhhh,” the water gushed out of the nozzle. Cameron used all his might to control the shooter at the fire.
The firefighters on the ground were using their hoses to help control the fire. After one hour and fifteen minutes the firefighter had control of the fire.
Cameron climbed down from the shooter truck. The fire was out and the people were safe. He felt proud.
Suddenly he heard his mom, “Cameron, Cameron, what happened?”
“Mom! I helped the fire men. I got to shoot the water high up in the air on to the fire!” said Cameron excitedly.
“Oh…sure Cameron, I am so proud of you,” said his mom in disbelief. “You need to stay next to me next time,” said his mom.
“Mommy,” said Cameron.
“Yes,” said his mom.
“I wanna to be an astronaut,”said Cameron eagerly.
His mom corrected him, “Say, I want to be an astronaut.”
Cameron’s mom corrected him, “Say, I want to be.”
“Let’s go to the town fire station and see a real firefighter,” said his mom. Cameron was very excited. He waited, and waited until the day finally came.
Cameron and his family went to the fire station to see the fire trucks. It was a cool spring morning. He wore his fireman outfit: red snow pants with suspenders, his yellow rain boots, and black wool jacket. He felt like a fireman.
The firemen were kind and showed everyone the trucks and their gear. Cameron wanted a fire man hat. He learned about the hoses, the first aid gear, and the shooter. The shooter was the best part of the fire truck. It was only used on big fires. It is a powerful jet of water that could reach high and low.
Cameron was hanging on the fire trucks. He thought, this is better than a play jungle gym. He was jumping off the grated steps and hanging on the long door handles. He was jumping from fire truck to ladder truck…when suddenly, the fire alarm went “ whoooo whoooo whoooo whooo.” All the firemen came sliding down the pole. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight- firemen jumped into their boots and gear and onto the trucks. Cameron’s family quickly moved out of the firemen’s way. However, Cameron had climbed onto the next truck and had lost sight of his family. As he was hanging on the fire truck’s ladder he felt the engine roar and rumble and suddenly the firehouse doors opened. With in thirty seconds the fire truck were rushing out of the building with bright lights flashing, the horn beeping and Cameron was hanging on the back. Cameron was scared, but he held on tight. He started to feel like a real firefighter going to put the fire out.
When they arrived at the fire Cameron hopped off the ladder. He looked around at the hustle. Then a fireman handed him a hat and said, “Hey, you better get your fire hat on!” Cameron looked like a firefighter with his red suspenders, rain boots, wool jacket and now a real fire hat. Indeed, the firemen thought he was a firefighter. Although he was short, they did not hesitate because this was a three- alarm fire and they had called in the surrounding towns to help. Everyone figured he was from the other fire company.
“Take the shooter up top!” a fireman yelled.
“Sure” said Cameron. He had always wanted to aim the water at the fire.
The three story building was in flames. The shooter truck was parked in front ready to aim at the second floor. Cameron firmly stood his ground with his toes wiggling inside his yellow boots. Suddenly the handle began to shake and he could feel the water racing through the hose to the shooter. “Sssshhhhhh,” the water gushed out of the nozzle. Cameron used all his might to control the shooter at the fire.
The firefighters on the ground were using their hoses to help control the fire. After one hour and fifteen minutes the firefighter had control of the fire.
Cameron climbed down from the shooter truck. The fire was out and the people were safe. He felt proud.
Suddenly he heard his mom, “Cameron, Cameron, what happened?”
“Mom! I helped the fire men. I got to shoot the water high up in the air on to the fire!” said Cameron excitedly.
“Oh…sure Cameron, I am so proud of you,” said his mom in disbelief. “You need to stay next to me next time,” said his mom.
“Mommy,” said Cameron.
“Yes,” said his mom.
“I wanna to be an astronaut,”said Cameron eagerly.
His mom corrected him, “Say, I want to be an astronaut.”
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