I grew up to The Doors on vinyl. Dad has a vast collection of records that he takes very good care of. One of my favorites was Light My Fire. Being a mere child then, I took the words of the song literally. I did not think it would actually happen to me though. To some degree, it did, because I was naughty.
We would always have music on when getting ready to do more important stuff. We had the same record as we were preparing for Halloween. I insisted on handling the matches and the candles for the décor. My folks pretty much left me to learn the lessons of life the hard way. I was stubborn and can never listen when told, I would rather find out for myself so they spared me the arguments and left me alone with the matches. Within half an hour, the smell of burning hair filled the house. It was not my head but it was close. Even as a child, I am not easily daunted by such trivial incidents. Instead of being told off, the good man and wife just kept Burnshield handy around me. That among other medical supplies. With a little troll like me running around, you never know what I might do. I have not done anything to seriously injure myself though, and most of my injuries are because I am clumsy and careless. Burns and cuts, yes, broken bones, no, not yet.