When I was a kid, I was a huge fan of the movie 'Back To The Future', and I was also interested in film making.  Being the pyromaniac that I am, and was at eight-years-old, I decided to try to recreate the fire trails in our garage.

I poured two parallel lines of gasoline on the concrete floor, and had them come together "off-camera" so I could light them both at the same time.  I was amazed at how well my plan worked!  I then decided that I wanted the fire trails to be a little longer, but at the time I didn't know that you should never pour gas on gas that's already ablaze.

Needless to say, things got really bad... really fast!  I watched as the fire climbed up to the gas can, and as I started to panic, I threw the can across the garage sending fire balls everywhere.  I found a sand pail and rushed to the water faucet on the side of our house, filled up the pail, then returned to the scene.

I threw the water on the blaze, and nothing happened.  I looked in the bucket and saw light from the fire shining through the giant crack in the bottom of the bucket.  I then ran in the house and found a fire extinguisher in the back room.  From the other side of the house, my mom asked, "Jeremy, what are you doing?"  I replied, "Nothing, mom!" and sped back to the garage.

I was pretty good at figuring things out (with the exception of gas on gas), so with no hesitation, I pulled the pin and was able to douse the fire before any major damage was done.  I was pretty proud of myself for taking care of the fire by myself.  I thought that if I could clean up the white powder residue left by the extinguisher before my dad got home I would be in the clear.  But as I was thinking that I heard a voice behind me scream, "Jeremy!!!  What are you doing?!?"

I was busted!  Apparently the smoke billowing from the garage windows prompted our next door neighbor to call my mom.  She was on the phone when I ran in for the fire extinguisher. If only I had the time machine and could travel back to before I poured gas the second time!

We look back on the fiery fiasco now and laugh.  But as I write this, I realize that my oldest son is the same age I was when this happened.  What am I in for?

So what did you get away with, or almost get away with, when you were a kid?  Share your stories in the comments section below!