Chutz, you just jogged my memory! :)
When I was 8yrs old or so, my Dad decided to burn a brush pile near a large pool of water that had collected in a low spot on one of our fields on the farm.
Leading to the pool of water was a colvert that was suposed to drain the water away, but didn't do too good of a job of it.
Well, as he got the brush pile set on fire, he told me to crawl through the colvert, and see if I could come out the other side.
I accepted the offer of adventure, and started to tunnel my way in. I didn't get very far, because fear quickly set in. The fire was reflecting on the water at the other end of the colvert. It looked like a lake of fire, and reminded me of Bible storys and what Hell might be like. The flames were dancing magically all over the place, and the closer I got to them I could feel the heat from the fire. (Brush Pile was very close by) Fear got the best of me and, I just couldn't take it anymore, and quickly backed out of the challenge.
My cousin's were there as well, and also refused to try it, after looking inside.
I never forgot that scene as a child and how it affected me for a very long time.
Post Edited (Screaming Eagle) : 8/18/2010 11:18:17 AM (GMT-6)