@KBeitz, WOW! That was a BIG close call. Thanks for sharing.
I'll pile on with one fire story (there are more) from my childhood.
Back then, turpentine and paint thinner came in 1 gallon GLASS jugs. It seems crazy now but, it was the convention then.
So, naturally, my Dad kept gasoline, for the lawn mower, in one of the (previously) turpentine jugs.
Both of my parents worked so, on summer days, my neighbor kids and I were free to screw up from time to time.
This time, burning some gasoline seemed like a good idea.
To the area behind our patio wall, I took the ,probably 1/4 full, jug and poured some gasoline into a coffee can lid sitting on the dirt.
I lit it and that seemed neat for a few seconds, until the flame started to diminish.
Now the stuff hits the fan.
To keep the fun going, I decided to add some more gas to the lid.
Yep! You guessed it. The flame traveled up the stream of gas and into the jug.
I can still remember the sight of that flame roiling around inside the jug and thinking it would certainly explode.
I threw the jug away from us, which served to widely disperse flaming gasoline into dried weeds until the jug came to rest.
OH NUTS!
Now I had set the whole place on fire.
We kids scattered to get fire fighting equipment like shovels, rakes and a garden hose.
Luckily, the house next door was being painted so a couple of adults pitched in to help avert tragedy.
pretty quickly the flame were out, the danger passed but, now there was an obvious scorched mess behind my back yard.
I needed to destroy the evidence so, I spent the rest of the day working my young butt off razing all undesirable plant growth and raking clean the, probably, 2000 SF area of our property behind the patio wall.
When my parents got home, they were surprised, pleased and thankful that I had been such a good boy and done that yard work without it even being suggested.
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