My dad was in construction, and once in a while, when we had a day off school, he would take me and my two brothers to the construction site to help 'clean up'. This actually meant that we got to gather up anything that was not attached (or being actively used), stack it onto a big pile, and burn it.
The cardboard boxes would be gone pretty quick, so we would soon move on to wood and rubber. Dad was pretty helpful, as he would bring a can of gasoline for us to help the fire along a little bit. To keep things interesting, we would find various other products (glue, paint cans, epoxy, etc.) to see what colours they would burn. We would also make swords by melting PVC piping, and smoked 'cigars' made of the boxes in which the fluorescent lights came in.
I shudder to think of the carcinogenics that are probably still cruising around in my blood, but we had a blast those days. The best thing is that the old man would pay us each a couple of bucks for helping out.
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