The fire Station by Kayla Drent
I had a dream about the fire department. My dad and I went down to the fire station so he could get some work done. We got down to the station and I wanted to play with the fire trucks. I asked my dad and he said "Yeah go and play with them." I love playing with the sirens and all the horns. Out of nowhere his pager went off. All of a sudden you could hear people coming into the fire station. Lights and sirens were going off like crazy. My dad told me to stay there and watch some TV until he got back.

When they got back my dad asked me if I could help him fill out some paper work. I had to write down where, when, and what trucks responded to the scene. One of the guys came in and asked me if I was having fun. Before I could answer the question the pager went off once again. This time my dad asked me if I wanted to go and I said yeah. So he told me to grab some gear and hurry up and get into the truck with him. I knew it was a fire because the pager said it was.

When we got their, he told me to grab the hose and hook it up to the fire hydrant. He told me to be very fast about it. I had 3 of the other guys helping me. The hose was so heavy. Then when the water came out of the nozzle it was even heavier and it was so hard to control. I had to have one of the guys help me hold the nozzle. I can't believe that the water made a difference. The flames were so high. When I got really close to it I could feel the heat. I was getting hotter and hotter the closer I got. All of a sudden I started to sweat really bad. The smoke was so black you couldn't see what color the sky was. It was a good thing I had a mask on so I didn't inhale the smoke. It was harder than I though it would be to put it out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
When we got back to the fire station once again he asked me to fill out more paper work. Then he asked if I wanted to run calls with him all day. I was like, "Yeah I have nothing better to do." He said "Good, we could really use the help." The pager went off again. It came across as a car hit a 10 year-old boy on Division St. This time we didn't need the turn-out gear. We just had to jump in the med truck.
When we got to the scene my dad told me to ask him what his name was. He told me Tommy. I then asked him where he lived. He told me down the street. I asked him what his address was and he said 385-North Union. I kept him calm until the paramedics got there. Then I did everything I could until the paramedics got there. It was so cool because I helped this little boy. I was so proud of myself and so was my dad. That was one of the most interesting dreams that I have ever had.