Mom and I peeked out the front door. The first thing we noticed was the smell of smoke in the air. The second thing was, sure enough, a fire truck right on our street. It was sitting there; it couldn't get past our neighbor's house because of two cars parked on opposite sides of the street too close together.
One of the cars was mine, so I grabbed my keys, ran outside wearing nothing but shoes and pajama pants, and got in. I pulled forward, and the fire truck drove past.
Then I drove around a couple of blocks, sorta looking for the fire. Couldn't see it, though. I parked in front of our neighbor's house instead of our own in case any more fire trucks have to get by. Later I'll go move my car back.