I have never had to stop drop and roll. I have yelled at others to. I always manage to watch the wall of fire pass by without igniting myself. But like you, thought I would have used it a lot by now. Toys were expensive when I was a kid. I could get a gallon of gas and a match pretty cheap though.
11 years old. Seriously into fireworks, early on. Approaching New Year's day, IIRC the 30th. Wearing my Davy Crockett jacket, it had loose sleeves, wide cuffs.
10 shot Roman candle. Holding like a baton, shooting 7,8,9- number 10 reversed. Blew up my sleeve, burned a hole in my Star Wars T-shirt, then a 3rd degree burn in my armpit. Ow.
In the new year I was in a bowling league. I had an advantage, as every time I bowled my bandage would drop to my wrist, and gross out everyone behind me. We made 2nd place, almost beat the 6th graders who made 1st. By 11 pins. I cried over that.
When I was in Grade School, we didn't have Stop, Drop and Roll, we had Duck and Cover. I guess if you were to catch on fire from an atom bomb, you'd be over it in seconds anyhow.
Yeah... rolling out some wimpy fire was the last thing on our minds while we were having nuclear blast drills every other week while I was in grade school.
My job was always to be the one to run to the windows and get them all shut, then close all the horizontal steel shutters.
I always got first pick of the handballs at recess because I volunteered to do it.
I suspect the same idiot who created "Duck and Cover" and convinced so many that it would protect them may also be a party to trying to foist the fable that gun laws will diminish gun violence.
They certainly did a fine job of wiping out drugs with drug laws . . .
Not arguing your point, but duck & cover made sense with Nagasaki sized bombs. Lots of survivors outside the blast zone. Our houses weren't paper. And getting away from flying glass and reducing burns was worthwhile.
It got less relevant with megaton h bombs, but still good advice.
What always amused me was how my pressed wood school desk was protective against weapons that had fire balls measured in terms of miles, and I lived in a primary target zone, with multiple multi megaton ICBMs aimed at me.
Otoh, Soviet accuracy was horrible, and I could have been in the area where following the turtle's example could save me.
It was 5th or 6th grade, I was one of the triple safety crossing guards. Had a badge on a white belt and shoulder strap. Carried this 10 foot long pole with a red flag on one end. Those fourth graders were mean. I never lost a crosser. LOL
Posted on Wednesday, November 27, 2019 - 09:04 am:
Brad, I saw it. You didn't miss anything. He was just sounding too ordinary with normal thoughts. I wish he would revive the Court In Session thread and start telling some of the tales. Statute of limitations should be expired by now on enough to keep us amused for years.