A few years back at field day with my school, me and my friends had made massive plans to bring fireworks, matches, lighters, and of course gasoline.

At lunch break we are all sitting there, lighting things on fire with magnifying lenses and such when I decide to pull out a box of matches. They were my friends I had borrowed earlier. So everyone is watching me. I am trying to light a paper bag soaked in gas. I strike the match and stop. The match head and about a half inch of the wooden stick has cracked off and is nowhere to be seen. MY friend then yells, "DUDE! YOUR HAIR IS SMOKING!" The match had flown inconveniently into my hair (which is quite long) and had lit. My hair caught fire so I jumped up and started to yell, "OH SHIT! FUCKING HELP ME!" I took off running for the near-by water fountain, hair on fire.
Quite funny talking about it now, but I lost a huge circle on the top of my head of hair.