As a kid I would always get in trouble, it could be at a birthday party or wedding or even at the park and trouble found me. One day I was going to stay outside on the balcony at my grandparents place. I was probably 10 at the time and with my first cousin who was 10 too. We decided after staying 5 minutes outside that we should go back in and get our new water guns and spray the animals at the farm with water to scare them. I had a water gun and my cousin got the door to open so we could spray the donkies and close it before we get hit by them. When my cousin opened the door I sprayed all over the place for 5 seconds and I heard a lady yelling in there as soon as he shut the door. It was my grandma and she got so pissed she got my water gun and threw it in the fire she made to cook fish, which later smelt like burnt plastic, and slapped only me with a stick on my buttox..... My cousin abandoning me and not taking some of the responsibility. Later that night people came over and my cousin and I decided we'd go out and pet the goats and sheep we had since we couldn't get hurt from doing that. We didn't care it was night and hard to see so we just went there with one of those lighter flash lights since we had access to those. While I was petting the sheep my cousin decided to play with the lighter and some paper, he got the paper and lit it up and a sheep came under it and FIRERY ashes came down and burned its wool. We were lucky we had water near us or the sheep would of suffered greatly. Later that morning my grandpa is yelling where you could hear him throughout the village and we go up to him since we hear our names and ask "what's wrong" he finds the lighter on the floor which my cousin dropped not knowing and the sheeps wool blackish with a FIRERY smell to it. He knew it was us and he of course blamed me because he knew I always caused trouble. Long story short my life sucked because I was always in trouble.