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One time when I was about 11 me and my brother were walking through the woods playing with matches. It was a dry, crispy, sunny day in late summer. He'd flick a match onto the ground and I'd pound with a big heavy club to put it out.
Whelp, he flicked a match into a deep drift of dry leaves that had collected along a fallen log, and of smiashed it with the club, and burning leaves and embers scattered everywhere.
It turned into a forest fire, spreading out in two circles on either side of the log. Once we realized we couldn't get it under control he started digging a containment trench with his heel in hopes of wrangling the spreading flames. I ran like hell all the way back to the house, filled up a plastic trash bin with water in the shower, and bear hugged it and ran all the way back. It was grueling and I almost fucking died trying to carry the thing.
Whelp, I got back, he had managed to contain some of it and then we just started dousing the more aggressive spots with the water until we could stomp the whole thing out. It had spread like 30ft from one side of the log and maybe 20 on the other. It was so smoky my the smoke alarms in my neighbor's house like 700ft away through the woods were going off.
Anyway, our clothes were all singed and black with soot and my mother tried to figure out what the hell we were up to but we denied everything.
