[lookout123]

Fire Stories? nothing so exciting as the openers to this thread, but here is mine.

i must have been 9 or 10 yrs old and my cousin was 4 years older than me. and a boyscout. and a bit of a troublemaker. his mom tells us to get out of the house and go play. as we leave through the garage, he stops to pack a couple of things in his backpack. we are in his town, not mine, so i just follow him. we end up in a little field that ends at a cement wall that goes about 20 feet down to the river.
i should mention that this is the cousin that used to pile up black powder in steel fenceposts in the back yard just to see the flash, so i should have known better when he said "watch this". but if i had known better i wouldn't have a story. he starts pulling somethings out of his backpack as i eagerly watch. the first one i recognize as a Zippo - no surprise. the second one is a bottle. I can read so i know it is Boost, but i don't know what it is used for so i ask him. he says it makes cars go faster. i still don't get it until he pours a nice stream down that cement wall and lights it. cool. the flames, where visible, are blue. he is a little frustrated because it doesn't look like it is really burning so he pours more. still nothing - just some small blue flames. he gets pissed and throws the bottle over in the grass, and pulls out some other bottles that contain liquids that seem to burn better.
at some point he made the mistake of spilling some of the new liquid on our side of the wall. we didn't really notice until he starts shouting that his foot is on fire. it turns out that the spill on our side of the wall linked up with the discarded bottle in the grass and flames had worked there way along that little spill to ignite the boost. apparently, what we took as a weak accelerant wasn't - it was burning clear. as he takes off in the grass stomping and kicking his foot to put out the flames i back away to watch the glory that is an entire bottle of Boost burn... only to ignite the remainder of the backpack. it was quite a blaze we had going there until my cousin took a stick and threw the whole backpack into the river. the flames quickly burned out after turning the small field black. my cousin wasn't burned, his shoe was just a little melted, and i'm trying to figure out how to keep our parents from finding out that we had set the grass, the wall, and apparently the river on fire. apparently, my cousin wasn't nearly as concerned. he turned to me and asked if i had ever seen a flaming potato shot from a fence post. the answer was no so off we went.

he is now a multi-millionaire - damn troublemakers.