Reminded me of when I was 5. I was helping my dad with one of the race cars and they had to go out back and pull a tank off an old passanger car. Me and my 6 yr old brother. had to drag the tank back to the shop. while walking behind my dad and his mechanic. he told me to take it over to the welder and fill the gas tank with water. so that they could weld on it after they had coffee. as we drug the tank, dad and God (the mechanic's knick name) were commenting about having to deal with the water in the fuel. Then my older brother said. Why don't you just stick a match in the tank and burn out the fuel so that it doesn't explode while welding on it. And God said with a laugh to dad. that would solve the water in the fuel problem. I pulled the tank into the garage and sat on it. pulled out a full book of matches, Lite the match and just as I went to toss it in the filler neck. the match went out. So I tried again, and again and again, til I was down to the last match. I was determind to get this last match in the tank. And I did. when the tank blew up, the garage door was open and the exploding tank blew me through the garage window into the rafters then I came down through another window that was over the car pit. When I landed I noticed my new Jacket was on fire. I quick got it out and crawled out of the pit and cleaned up the glass, thinking I was hiding the evidence. My jacket was melted to my arm. So I decided to sneek past the coffee table to get to my room in the basement. I was relieved to see no one at the coffee table and headed down stairs. and my brother said "you can't go down there the furnace blew up. Didn't you hear the explosion" I said my ears were ringing so loud I didnt hear anything. I kept going down to my room and Dad and God were checking out the furnace. They asked if I hear anything and I said no. and proceeded to my room and tried to get that coat off. In the end I lost some skin.
