Playing with Matches

Once when I was 11-years-old I went over to the house of a boy I knew from school. I remember that we went up to his room, and once we were there, I began playing with matches that he had. I was lighting a few and then quickly putting them out. I guess his mom was in the hallway and somehow smelled the smoke through the door. She stormed in and asked us what the hell we were doing. The boy just pointed at me, essentially saying, He did it.  

I decided in that moment that I would never play with that boy again. I would never be his friend.