Fire

I have always been terrified of fire. I don't remember one singular event that brought this on, but I don't remember a time in which I wasn't scared of it.

Maybe it is this fear, or maybe it is because I have feelings, but for one reason or another I just cannot get my head around the act of arson. Why would someone want to start fires on purpose, knowing the destruction they cause? Does this person get some sort of thrill out of hearing the roar of the flames, the shrill call of sirens? Does this person feel a rush when looking across the land, once green and lush with vegetation, and now black, smoldering, inhospitable? I like to hope not, and yet I am faced with this harsh reality.