One of my favorite memories from childhood was starting fires with permission! Burning was legal then and we had what we called the "burn pile" where we burned leaves and branches. And next to it was the "incinerator"...a wire cage with a lid where we burned any trash that would burn.
The burn pile was fun for the size of the fires we could get going but to me the incinerator was where the action was. Wax milk cartons would burn bluish-green and drip. This is where I would use accelerants like bug spray on a paper towel to get things going.
We used a wheelbarrow to haul things to the burn pile. I remember the neighbors behind coming up to check on us once because of the size fire got so big. How nice to not have to bundle and tie wood and put to the curb.
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