Tiki Torches

Tiki torches freak me out.
I used to live on the army base in Downsview. I think I was 6 years old, as was my best friend Pauline. Pauline had an older sister Kim; who might have been around 11 at the time.
One lazy Canadian Summer evening they went over to a friend's house, where there were Tiki torches setup around the backyard, giving it that tropical festive feel that we all love in the Summer. Somehow, one of the sisters knocked one of those torches over. Or someone else knocked it over. Whatever the case may be, a container full of fire topped oil toppled over. The combination of the splashing of the oil and the fact that it was on fire caused my beautiful friends to be burned. Not small burns like when you touch a pan as it comes out of the oven. No. Burned to the point where they had to have skin grafts done and wear protective breathable tight second skin on their arms, legs, bodies, and faces for what seemed like forever. These girls were beautiful young ladies. Imagine how one small error could affect 2 pre teen girls' social lives. Their psyches. Their futures.
Our nieghbors have them burning in their backyard as I write this and frankly, as I hear little ones run around back there, I just cringe. They have no idea.