First things that pop into my mind ...
house on fire
fire on a stick in the jungle (been watching too much LOST?)
a child playing with matches
(didn't want to wait to think anymore)
He sighed at the relief. Those first flames always soothed the unease -- the antsyness that wouldn't let him rest. He'll sleep good tonight. Another sigh released the tension in his head and calm flowed through his whole body.
He'd better start walking though. Sirens were getting closer and he hid his bike in the bushes across the street.
Jeremy took out his Snicker's bar and moseyed his way along the sidewalk glancing back at the rising flames. Watching his fires always made him hungry. He couldn't figure out why, but he brought two with him this time. Now he could settle down and watch the action.
Kind of thrilling, really.
This is when he always felt the best.