One day, when I was in second grade the teacher told us we were all going on a field trip to the fire station that was just down the street from our school. I can remember all of us walking down the sidewalk like baby ducks following their mother until we got there. There were only two firemen there and they showed us around the firehouse where we got to look at the hoses and the pole that they slid down and try on their helmets. Then we got to go out and look at the trucks, one was a lot older...