I don’t know what to call it

When I was a kid living with my dad. We spent days cutting and dragging wood to a pile. By the time we were done it must have been 20 feet tall and 40 feet in diameter. He soaked it all in gas, made a gas trail back to where we were safe. He lit and once that fire hit the pile it exploded so much it literally shook the ground under our feet.


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