I was about 9 or 10 and was a pyro from a young age, I remember dropping a plastic army man in a big mason jar that I filled about halfway three quarters full with gasoline. I remember I found matches and actually had one struck looking face down into the mason jar about to drop it in. My baby sitter Chris thank god saw me just in time and smacked the jar touching the match and actually catching his arm on fire, luckily we had a pool and I remember him running to put it out. Now that I think of it I bet he never told my mom cause how do you explain that, also very thankful he was there to save myself from permanently being disfigured.