This story is one I'd rather forget but it's something I lived and learned from. Thankfully no one was actually hurt although it could have turned out bad.
My brother Bruce, a friend from down the road Michael Leger, and I were going to camp out on the bayou across the road from our old home site. We did like a lot of other teen age boys did...we bought some beer, borrowed a tent, and made our plans.
Not sure how things turned out the way they did but I had a youth group meeting to go to so Bruce and Michael set up the tent and I went to youth. By the time I got back my Dad told me there wasn't going to be any camping
...it turns out Bruce and Michael started a fire too close to the tent and it burned to the ground...I didn't even get to taste a single beer...my Dad found all of it and did the right thing by confiscating it...
We were definitely lucky the only thing we lost that night was the tent...