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This was a while ago, but a buddy and I at the ripe old age of 14 had gotten hold of a couple model rocket engines.  In our infinite teenage wisdom we decided they would be awesome fire starters.

We had a bad habit of going into the woods to a particularly large fallen tree and lighting fires in the pit where the roots used to be. On this instance, we chose to skip the usual coleman fuel (we had no idea how to make a fire the right way), and decided to light it by unwrapping the rocket engines and burying them in tinder.

As I look back on it, anyone who stopped to think would have realized that a rocket engine is meant to ignite quickly and with force.. but as I leaned in with a lit match in my dominant hand, that thought failed to cross my mind.  After a stubborn couple seconds, the engine burst in to flame and sprayed burning fire onto my fingers.  I'll spare the details, I manged to burn the outside of my thumb and index finger severely, my thumb took the brunt and that nail never grew back.  It took a couple weeks of careful cleaning and slathering in neosporin for the pain to go away. I don't even remember what I told my parents, but they never saw it unbandaged. I still have scars, more than a decade later..
<bot>: Lit a unwrapped model rocket engine with a match, made a valid attempt at melting the end of my fingers off.