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Well, the time I almost caught fire was a bit silly... I was living in Georgia at the time, and my parents grabbed a burn permit so we could have a bonfire in the back-yard and maybe roast some marshmallows. This was a year or two ago, so I was like 16-17 or something... anyways, we stacked everything up and my stepdad poured gasoline over the pile (And trust me, it was a BIG pile) I decided in my infinite non-thinking ( ) to use my Fire-steel/flint and steel type dealy device to start the fire. I tried near the edge, but it wouldn't light. So I moved closer to the center, and it wouldn't light. closer. wouldn't light. So finally, I'm standing near the center of the pile. I crouch down and strike the pieces together, making a spark. WHOOSH! the fire roars to life all around me. I panic, throwing myself out to the side. I land on the ground next to my mom (Who is laughing) and my step-dad. I pat myself down, and luckily the only thing burnt were my arm and leg hairs... Lesson learned, don't start a gasoline fire by leaning in with a spark device.
Bye BasementSnowpony, See you later! *Huggles*