08/24/2026
‘Small Sam and the Plushie Easter Bunny or The Story of The Stove Fire’
This is me in 3rd grade. This is the year my mom decided I was old enough to spend a few hours home alone after school until she got home from teaching. She made this executive decision right before the Easter holiday.
I was most excited to be a ‘latch key kid’ and to be home alone. I’ve always loved being alone. There’s no one there to judge me or think my behavior is weird. You’re free to be and do whatever you like when you’re by yourself.
I also disliked my babysitter, her house, and her three children. I couldn’t wait to be free of going to a place that I felt completely uncomfortable and negatively judged just for being me.
Easter came and in my Easter basket that year was the most marvelous plush bunny. I named him Buns. Buns had incredibly soft pink fur, real whiskers, and tiny black bead eyes. We became good friends immediately.
The Monday after the holiday weekend was my first opportunity to go home alone to the empty house. I knew all the being home alone rules. I had my mom’s school number and my friend Megan’s number to call her mom in case of emergencies since she lived next door. My mom was extremely through in going over all my home alone rules.
I arrived home to the gloriously empty house excited for my alone time. I got in with my new key no problem. Once I went upstairs I saw Buns waiting for me with his adorable bunny smile.
“Hello Buns, shall we prepare our after school snack?” I asked my new soft friend. Of course Buns was ready for snack. We immediately went to the kitchen to prepare it.
I poured a mug of milk as it was what Buns requested to drink. Then Buns requested I warm up his milk. Rabbits like their milk warm. It didn’t matter that I was never allowed to use the stove unsupervised even when people were home because by this time I was firmly in the land of ‘Make Believe’ so I set the mug of milk on the stove and turned on the burner.
Well the mug was made of a synthetic plastic material and before I knew it the entire stove top was a raging inferno. I had been drilled on what to do in an emergency and I immediately picked up the phone and called Megan’s mom, Kathy, next door.
“My house is ON FIRE!” I yelled.
Kathy screamed at me, “You need to get out!” and then she hesitated, “Sam, where is the fire?”
“On the stove!”
The next thing I knew Kathy ran through the front door, grabbed baking powder from the cupboard, dumped it over the flaming mug and smothered the fire.
She told me to watch TV until my mom got home. I waited in fear. My first day home alone and I had set the house on fire. My mom was going to kill me.
I met my mom at the car. She said, “Get in, we’re going to Grandma’s house.” Oh no! Grandma’s house was my favorite and I knew we would not be going there after I told my mom about the fire I started on my first day home alone.
Needless to say I had to go to the babysitter’s house for another year until my mom was ready to trust me to go home alone again.
I’ve always had an overactive imagination but I’m much more responsible now. I won’t light any fires warming up milk for the Magical Menagerie living in the Author’s Bungalow.
A lifetime of nonsense like this is where my pen name comes from. It’s who and what I am and I can’t escape it. I am much better about keeping my overactive imagination under control now because I take my imaginings and turn them into books.
-Auntie Sam The Queen of Nonsense