Random Elementary School Memory - This Is Not A Drill

In first grade at South City View, there was a fire in the art room in the basement of the school building. My memories may be a little sketchy, (art room? sketchy? get it?)) but it happened in the middle of the winter and we all had to evacuate the building and stand out on the playground while firefighters showed up. It didn't do a ton of damage and art classes resumed a couple of weeks later, but two things about it stand out.

1) Someone (And Nick Kuecker's name comes to mind) came running breathlessly into the classroom from the hall to say that there was smoke in the hall and Mr. Letzig was running down the hall with a fire extinguisher. It seemed, for a moment, that it was about to be the biggest thing would ever happen in my life. Instead, the alarm sounded, we all quietly walked outside and waited for the "all clear".

2) I never told my parents about it. I don't know why. I guess I didn't want anyone to make a bigger deal out of it or to worry, in retrospect. Even years later, I've never brought it up. That's kinda weird, right? So I always wonder when I ask my own kids what they did at school and they say "nothing" what interesting details they're holding back.