Whenever I looked away, the stove would turn back on and the kitchen faucet would open again. I shouted out into the street for help but no one seemed to care. After running back and forth to keep everything under control, the house finally caught on fire. I ran onto the street to meet some surprised faces. Apparently it was the first time that the neighbors had seen me. I also noticed that a string of Christmas lights would continuously curl up the column behind me no matter how many times I pulled them down. I asked why someone would play such a cruel joke on me. Apparently this was supposed to be a rite of passage and everyone knew about it.