I spent a lot of time with some kids that are FASD. I don’t really know what to say but they are going on seven or eight years of age with the mental capacity of a two year old. One day I was really tired and I was trying to get some fuel lit to heat up the chafing dishes. They burn blue and the kids kept wanting to touch them. It was the only one there, exhausted and pissed off that I was the only one there. My back was hurting and these kids kept wanting to touch that flame and wouldn’t listen to me. I was thinking, “what is wrong with these stupid kids, they are going to get hurt” when it clicked in, “FASD”. So I quickly told myself off for being a jerk and got a serving insert and one of the fuel cans. I tore off a bit of napkin and lit it on fire in the metal insert. The kids said, “hurt” and they got it. Of course I couldn’t help visualize the headline, “Wollaston Lake residents sent back to forest fire threatened community because former Salvation Army employee burnt down Soccer Centre and part of River Heights” That was my last fire demonstration.