Thanks Tots (and returned!)--since I've been a repeat offender in the derailment of this thread, I'm going to actually try to get it back on track...
When I was a kid, I think I was around 10 or 11, my parents belonged to a beach club. Anyway, there were buildings with lots of cabanas, multileveled in this case (two levels). It was all wood.
Well, I knew this other kid, and we--for no reason I know of, except kids like fire--set fires under the lower level. Just paper fires, but you had to crawl under there and we were absolutely playing with fire, ha ha, because the wood of the floor of the first level (the "roof" to us two geniues underneath) was pretty close to the flames at their highest.
We got caught one day, tried to run, but they had us as soon as we crawled out from under (and thank goodness we were caught, really.). The cops came and scared us silly--scared us into Parkinson's we were shaking so badly. They let us go and that was the end of it, but YOW, was THAT ever a stupid thing to do!