Every year I get to burn a large pile of wood. I love it. I love the fire. I love having my Dad there. I love getting rid of the wood. I wish I could do this for a living. Although this year we had a little trouble starting it. Normally I make these fire-starter things with egg cartons and dryer lint. They make starting fires easy, but this year I was lazy. I handed Dad some matches and a piece of birch bark. Its started, but it was just a little slow in catching. But soon enough it was going full blast. Dad and I sat in lawn chairs, shot the breeze and enjoyed the show (and the warmth). 
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