I caught fire when I was 9.
I walked into a blowtorch and my trousers were ablaze. I hopped round the house like an extra from the Towering Inferno until my dad put me out with his bare hands. Then I went deaf for a bit because of the shock.
But then I let out a 'Trio Suzy' yell and could hear again.
My aunty Ann made the trousers into shorts, eliminating the fire damage.

It was pretty cool. I got to drink wine (for teh pains of course) and was allowed to sleep on the couch for a week because I was scared of the upstairs going on fire.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 11:21, Reply)