三岁,是记忆的开始,可是那年那天的那场火,在我心里已经烧了快十四年。我是消防员的家属,从一出生就在“消防队”里生活。那时我经常等在消防队的门口,等着那高高大大的消防车拉着长长的警笛归来;等着车里那些一身尘土与汗渍的叔叔们;等着和他们一起玩爬消防车的游戏。那天很奇怪,营房的操场上消防车横七竖八地散着,车门大开。我爬上一台消防车,呆 Three years old was the beginning of memory, but the fire of that year had burned almost 14 years in my heart. I am a firefighter’s family and have lived in “Fire Brigade” since I was born. At that time I often waited at the fire brigade door and waited for the tall fire truck to return with a long siren. I waited for dust and perspiration uncle in the car and waited to play with them game. That day is very strange, barracks playground fire truck scattered scattered, the door wide open. I climbed a fire engine, stay