[ironrosefarms]

I was volunteering in a pioneer village and had my fair share of minor burns... Then the village organization thought it a good idea to allow a bunch of kids to join us in the shop. The shop was already over crowded but we was told that they still wanted the more experienced guys in the shop as well. So the first time a hot mild steel knife wantabee came around and caught my reenactment shirt on fire and putting that cool white ashy line on my skin from the metal I wrote it off and went back to work (not happy but still went back to work). Not more than an hour later another kid did the same thing to me. The best part was the village organization people couldn't understand why I was upset and packing my stuff. That was my last day there.