In January 2002, I was home from school for Christmas break and was staying at my mom's house. DH (my BF at the time) had been over watching a movie and left pretty late. Before going to bed I thought I smelled something funny and for some reason felt all the walls in the living room and hallway, but nothing was unusual except that smell. Well I woke up really hot and my bedroom was really bright, I wasn't sure what time it was or what was going on. Then I got up and looked in the hallway to see the entire living room and start of the hallway on fire. My bedroom was at the end of the house along with my youngest sisters room. She wasn't in her room that night, she had slept in my moms room. I jumped through a window in the hallway that connected to the family room and met my middle sister and told her to get out and go to the garage. I found my mom standing in the kitchen yelling through the flames for me, I asked her where my youngest sister was and she said she was in the car already. I told my mom we had to get out, so we ran out and met my sisters in the garage (unattached). My mom had already called 911, so we waited for what seemed like an eternity for the firefighters to get there. The whole house burned down that night. It was an electrical fire that started in the walls of the living room. The firefighters said we were lucky we made it out alive, the fire alarms never went off. I can not see the alarm clock next to my bed, but that night I could see everything perfectly and didn't realize until later that I didn't even have a pair of glasses to wear. I had put on shoes, but not a coat. My mom didn't put on shoes or a coat. Both of my sisters put their shoes and coats on. But that was all we had gotten out of the whole house. It was by far the scariest night of my life. When I went back to school, one of my classes did an "icebreaker" and the question everyone had to answer was, If your house was on fire and you could only take one thing what would it be? How ironic is that!! I answered my glasses