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When I was younger, in elementary school; I did a makeshift display of fire works with my village brothers in the play ground. One brought a disposable can of the kind of gas used in a camping stove. For more exitement, we thought we would spray some of the gas under our rocket. Just push the nozzle of the can... lay the rocket down with it's fuse and gun-powder, and... after a few seconds, the gun powder is exploding our bombs-away.
We had no problem! I didn't know the danger at that time; because I was so young (just a first grader).
A few days later, I was playing with my friends at my house; when, by chance, we found a grocery bag of food, together with a can of gas similar to the one which that village brother of mine had brought to the playground. I wanted my friends at home to see that same excitement. So we went to the garden and found a piece of wood.
Just, push the nozzle onto the wood... and turn on the lighter at arm's length... But... It did not burn. So we were relieved; and leaned in near, closer to the wood--trying again and again. Finally, it did burn! We were suddenly surprised out of our wits; and some cried tears, at the shock. But no one was hurt--although some of our hair fell out. When we would shake our heads, some strands of our hair fell out like leaves from trees!
We decided to keep this little happening a secret, because we would have a hard time of it from our parents.
Today, My hair is fine. It does not fall out. And I do not have any wounds, as a result of that explosion. After that explosive event, I have not played with fire, since. In my opinion, as people have such experiences with dangers like that, we tend to be more safe and careful about what we do. Then, the knowledge which we learn in the classroom as well as real-time experience like mine above--both kinds of learning are needed in life.
So, this searing experience could give me timely edification about the need for caution against playing with fire and the need for taking more care when handling the unknown. And although shocking, it has become a good memory in my childhood.
Now thinking back, I miss childhood.
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