Life as a Fire Hydrant

Here is a creative writing assignment of mine from Grade 12 that I found.

I had to write from the point of view of a fire hydrant.

Sometimes I feel as if I am taken for granted. It's hard living a life as a crime against fashion, with my bright yellow exterior and my shiny blue top. I'm constantly being blamed by angry drivers for wasting a perfectly good parking space. Hey, I'm just here to, you know, potentially save lived, but yeah I guess I should just be labelled as a neighborhood nuisance. Is it really that much of a bother to park a few meters up the street? I can't help but be amused by the oblivious people who park in front of me while they “only run in for a second” and are greeting by a parking ticket upon their return.

I see the same things day after day; couples strolling down the sidewalk holding hands, drivers with the need for speed zooming past me thinking cops won't catch them on residential streets, even children running past me in an intense game of tag. Today, I was the home-free spot!

Yep, today was a good day. I can feel the warm sun beating down onto my painted top, the surrounding blades of grass lightly tapping my base as they blow in the wind, the dog peeing all down my...wait, not again! Honestly, what makes me so gosh darn attractive to every single canine that crosses my path? Is there some sort of sign painted across me reading, “hello, feel free to urinate all over me”!? Seriously, sometimes I think that my friends and I are more notorious for being the dog's version of the toilet rather than on important object that should be treated with respect! I guess it's true what they say...some days you're the dog and some days you're the hydrant...oh wait, I'm the hydrant everyday!

Eventually, every fire hydrant has that one moment, the one that's worth all the home-free hits and the dog pee showers. My moment was last August, when the house across the street caught fire. As soon as I saw the smoke seeping out of the windows, I knew it was my time to shine! When the, let's just say more than attractive, firemen arrives they took out their hoses (no pun intended) and attached it to my nozzle. I knew I had to give everything I had! I felt more empowered with ever drop of water I forced out of myself and I had that fire out in no time! I was a hero. Of course, non of the recognition went to me, but nonetheless I was a hero.