My brother (9 years my senior) and his friend removed all my toys from my sandbox one day and levelled it off. Then they dug a trench line through it and strategically placed my green army men all over the place. My brother emerged from the garage holding a jug of something that had a bit of a pink hue. I asked him what it was, to which he replied "fruit punch". He filled the trenches with gasoline and set the whole thing ablaze. Brave plastic men and women slowly melted in the fire. Quite a sight to see.
I firmly believed fruit punch was dangerously flammable until I was about 10.
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