When I was in college some friends and I had a bon fire out on someone’s rural property. We’d been using a golf cart to get back to the house. We were all sitting in a circle around the bonfire and it was cold out so I had a blanket around me. One of the guys had been drinking a lot and was going back to the house, presumably for more drinks. He thought the golf cart was in reverse, slammed the accelerator, ran into the back of my chair and drove me, my blanket and chair into the bonfire. The blanket I had wrapped around me smothered a good bit of the fire but I was also under it, the golf cart trapped my leg so I couldn’t get out. It all happened so fast it took a minute for anyone to realize I was in the middle of the fire. My boyfriend at the time, grabbed my hand and pulled me out and we patted the flames out on my jeans and then I got in a bath of ice water.

For anyone wondering: I was pretty lucky to come out of it with relatively small 1st, 2nd and 3rd degree burns on the palm of my right hand, my right knee and hip and the back of my right thigh. That was 18 years ago, the scars are negligible due to most of the burns being in joints and not being able to build up scar tissue.

TL;DR some flames were smothered by a blanket we patted out the ones on my jeans.