When i was little, i always do experiments like the volcanoes by using baking soda, invisible inks from lemon juice stuff like that.. So i came across this experiment that when you dipped the cotton balls with alcohol and put fire on it the cottons will not burn..(or something like that) and being the curious person that i am, i did the experiment..without adult supervision..i did that in our backyard garden coz' i thought it'll be safe but i ended up burning a small tree in our backyard..the whole household went mad when they saw the fire and i never experimented after that.

By the way, the cotton balls did not burn. :D

I'm afraid we have to travel back in time for this one. The thing is this particular event took place sometime in the mid 1950's, but when exactly I can't say.

I know that I was very little at the time, maybe even about two years old so that would make it sometime in 1954-55.

But it happened, and it left a mark on me that I'll take to my grave.

I was sat on the floor at home, and Mom and Dad were arguing about something, but the arguing turned to shouting, and the shouting turned to fighting, and swearing, and blood. Shortly after the fighting a neighbour entered the room and stopped it, by which time I was just frozen in fear.

I was terrified as I'd never seen violence before, and I'll never get over it.

Parents have no idea how much their behaviour affects their children. Sadly.

Three year old me, in command of a squad of seasoned army men. A minesweeper, binoculars guy, two riflemen, and a bazooka man. The mission: scout out the innards of the VCR and rendezvous at the designated as LZ. The outcome: two souls lost, and one fucked up VCR with a copy of Grease ruined inside. The operation was a success with minimal casualties.