How Do You Spell Obsession?

F-I-R-E E-N-G-I-N-E
 
"A man with an obsession is a man who has very little sales resistance" CS Lewis
 
It is the sound that punctuates our day, "Nee-Naw.  Nee-Naw".  It is the colour, no longer known by its good and proper name, but simply referred to as "fire engine". It is how a stick, a dinosaur, a curtain rod, a camera, all turn into a hose shooting water.  It is the ability to hear the distant tones of a siren, miles away and across the river and know instantly that it is a fire engine.  It is love, pure and simple.
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Childhood obsessions are not new to me.  I read everything I could get my hands on as a child, even spending one entire summer in my bedroom. My gorgeous niece, M, loved bugs unlike anyone I have ever met.  She would spend hours chasing and collecting every variety of multi-legged beastie and bring them into show her less than thrilled mother.  Her brother, spent years of his life lining up cars.  My sis could even guarantee a quiet trip to the grocery store if a Matchbox car could make its way home with them. 
 
And so, I am not surprised with the smallest family member's obsession with fire engines.  Well, maybe that its fire engines above all else.  Trains, I can understand.  He sees them, rides on them, reads books about them, even has a wooden train set, but fire engines are a bit out of the blue.  There aren't many fires in a village of 300 people, or in the city of Stirling, for that matter. We don't even watch any fire-related television programmes (or any TV really) so I can only guess that it is his pure love and joy for these cherry-red emergency vehicles that fuels the obsession.  And I don't mind it in the slightest.  Don't we all need a passion in life, something that gets us out of bed in the morning and we look forward to in the evening? 
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