"The Pit"
Rex,
You know how a kids grows up on a farm: House, barn,field of corn. Well, in my case it was once a farm, but in my youth it was a house, a body shop and a field of salvage cars and parts. ..and behind the body shop we had a small pit. Even very young, it was my job to take the household refuse there and burn it. When it was "that time of the month" for my mother, she insisted that I stand guard until "everything" was burned to ashes. Anyway, it was fun to imagine a burning cardboard box as a building on fire, etc. And in the early winter darkness, it was great.