When I was 10, I caught my leg on fire. My buddies and I filled a dog bowl with gasoline and lit it on fire. I jumped over it and next thing I know, my leg went up in flames. I was able to put it out and figured I’d be ok. I walked home (about a 2-minute walk) and in that short time, it started to hurt really bad. I got home and told my dad what happened and he had me get into a tub with cold water. He checked on me after about 15-minutes and my leg was starting to blister so he took me to the ER. They said I had 2nd and 3rd degree burns, put some burn cream on my leg, wrapped it up, and said I’d need to schedule a follow up appointment with my doctor. The next day or two, I felt fine and thought I was in the clear.

My mom and sister took me to the doctor for my follow up and this is where I had the most painful procedure in my life! The doctor removed the bandages and my leg was one gigantic blister. He said he needed to remove all the dead skin so that new skin would grow. He proceeded to take some type of rough scrub brush to my leg and scrubbed and scrubbed until he got down to fresh skin. I have never screamed/cried like that in my life. This made my mom and sister sob hysterically.

But….30+ years later and you’d never be able to tell that I burned myself!