I'm taking a few pictures for the twins' preschool again this year, and recently I snapped a ridiculous number of photos during community helpers week, when the firetruck came. These kids were SO excited. What is it about that big red truck that brings children such joy?
The main message the firemen were teaching was that firemen aren't scary - they are there to help. The children seemed awestruck. But I don't think anything impressed them more than when that ladder started going up on the truck.
As I watched a lone fireman climb that ladder, my skin started to tingle. I'm not exactly afraid of heights, but I sure wouldn't want to climb up that ladder. Even the other fireman seemed impressed.
I could probably climb up that ladder, if I had to. But I couldn't just scale it like that fireman did. He got right up to the top and clipped himself in with his harness.
It would take me a really, really long time to get to the top. Pretty sure a fire could consume a whole building by the time I dragged myself up there. And then, if I got to the top? I'm not sure I'd be able to let go, and do a double wave, like this.
How about you, readers? Do you have the bravery it takes to be a fireman?