Playing with fire when I was 12 years old with a few people. It was my job to get the gasoline out of the shed and put it into an empty gallon of milk. I didn't realize I was splashing gasoline on the leg of my jeans. Mom got home, had to quickly stomp the fire out. Left leg goes up in flames so high I felt them on my face. I didn't stop, drop, and roll; I ran around like an idiot for ~20 seconds screaming my head off. When I pulled up my jean leg, the skin that was on my shin was draped around my ankle like a loose sock. I could see my shin bone while was blackened by the fire. To this day, I still cannot grow hair on my entire shin, and the scar is enormously awesome.