On Dec. 23, 1960, I was at home watching a Christmas show. I was 9 years old. All of a sudden, I felt very warm. When I turned around I discovered my pants were on fire. I screamed; my older brother, who was 13, put the flames out with a pillow and my younger brother, who was 3, ran to tell my mother. It turned out to be several months of salve and wrapping but my dad did a wonderful job. It is still memorable because at that time I had three brothers. Four days later, on Dec. 27, 1960, my only sister was born.