Saturday, March 31, 2012


Fire. I love fires. The colour, the feel. I love to start them, to watch them, the smell, to roast marshmallows and make s'mores. I always had a dream of being a firefighter, and then one day becoming a pyrotechnician or even a head fire-chief who figures out how the fire starts. .

I saw a movie once about SmokeJumpers, I don't remember the name but I remember the movie. Since then, I wanted to do that. I love being in the air, and always have wanted to sky dive. So a skydiver and a firefighter mixed? It was a dream job for me. I would LOVE to parachute into a fire and put it out. But for a CFer, that is not possible. I have coughing fits when someone wears perfume and walks by me on the bus. My mom has to wait until we get out the car to wear whatever spray she wants. Really strong air fresheners can give me an attack. Fire smoke? Forget about it. But I found passion in something else: Cooking.

Having this illness, you need a very high calorie diet. You have to have like, a million calories a day. I am a very picky eater, it's crazy.I started to cook my own foods, and found out I was amazing at it. I can bake very well, and it comes pretty easily to me.I will be going to college next year to start my culinary program. And then I will open a restaurant one day, maybe in another country like Puerto Rico. Restaurants are crazy, there is always something different every day and that's what I love.

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