Back in the day (around 8yrs. old), I wanted some left over Arby's roast beef sandwiches for lunch. If anyone has ever eaten at Arby's, you know the roast beef sandwiches are wrapped in some type of foil wrap. Well, I was hungry and just threw them into the microwave on high for a minute as they were (still wrapped in foil). About 15 seconds in, I start smelling something that doesn't resemble roast beef in any way. I run to the microwave to see sparks and flame shooting out from the foil wrap. At this point, Mom runs in to see what's going on, and tries to save my sandwiches (actually she wanted to save the microwave...but I didn't realize this until she threw my sandwiches into the sink and doused them with water). I recieved the lesson about metals and the microwave and had to settle for pb&j for lunch.
Fast forward about 3 years. Walking around with a few of my friends, we stumble across a lighter. We start lighting a bunch of little stuff on fire and putting it out...loving the power we thought we had. My friends get called in for lunch and I'm left by myself with a lighter......bad combination. I start looking for more stuff that will burn. I notice that one of my neighbors left their garage door open. Cool...gotta have something to burn in there. Sure enough, oily rag. Nice! Still needs something more. I spot a flammable symbol on a can of lighter fluid. Perfect!!! Toss the rag in the middle of the (thankfully concrete) garage and douse it with the ENTIRE can of lighter fluid...leaving a trail so I'm not too close. Lit it, watched the trail of fluid ignite and race towards the rag. FWOOOMMMM!!!!! Huge flames are now burning hotter and higher than any of the stuff we burned before (duh). The neighbor of the guys garage I'm in spots the activity from the window and yells down at me. Oh no! My moms gonna kill me!!! Try to stomp the fire out (worked for everything else). turns out my shoe was untied and the fire started working its way up my laces. Luckily, the neighbor came down with a fire extinguisher, put out the fire and my foot. Not so lucky was the fact that she pulled me all the way to my house (a whole 4 doors down) and told my mom what I was doing. Grounded until I'm in college.
Fast forward 6 or 7 months. Early pardon for good behavior. I walk down to the convenience store that's about 1/4 mile from my house. Walk in and head straight to the football card section. As usual, stick 2 packs into my pocket. Start thinking about how I haven't been caught and this is too easy. I grab 16, yes sixteen packs and stuff them into every pocket (to the point that I had to hold 5 packs in my hands and pull them into my long-sleeved shirt. Casually walk to the door and get stopped because of the loud crinkling coming from my person with every single move. The cashier empties my pockets and asks how old I am. I tell him 12 and he gives me my options. 1. Call my mom or 2. Call the cops. I ask for the police, but he needs to call my mom since I'm a minor (it was a trick...*******). After 3 fake telephone numbers, I finally and reluctantly give him my phone number and my mom RUNS down to the store. She would have drove, but when she exploded, half the house and the car were in the blast zone (remember I just got ungrounded for being an arsonist). My mom takes me to the cops and tells them to lock me up...which scares the hell out of me. She cools down and says she'll take me home, but I need some judicial discipline for the actions I have taken. 7 years of probation follow...and as far as I can remember, I was grounded for all of it.
Moral of the stories, think before you act. If I would've unwrapped the arby's sandwiches and put them on a paper plate, I wouldn't have had pb&j for lunch that day. If I would've stuck to burning pine cones and spiders, my shoes wouldn't have melted. If I would've stuck to the usual 2 packs of cards, I would not have had a record at the age of 12. Everything in moderation.