The day I nearly burned
I was helping my sister remove a derelict shed in her garden. It was wooden, so we planned to burn it. Once we had reduced it to a pile of wood, I started to build the fire.

Now, I was being very cautious, intending to start with a small fire and build it up. So the initial pile of wood was very modest, or so I thought. Once I came to light it, though, I realised that I hadn't accounted for the effect of about forty years of slow drying combined with periodic soakings in creosote. My supposedly small bonfire went up with such a huge, mushroom-cloud shaped fireball that I fell back in a mixture of shock and scorched eyebrows, and found myself staring up into the rapidly crisping leaves of a tree that I'd assumed was well out of harm's way.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 13 Jul 2012, 10:46, 1 reply)

I did this too
in a tiny tiny inner city garden.
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Fri 13 Jul 2012, 11:34, closed)