I remember when I was around 8 years old, weddings were really common. Turkish weddings always had a firepit to make kebab.
So, one time I went to a wedding (which was at a Leisure Centre), I found a baseball bat which was made out of plastic and had dried up vines growing on it. Being a pyro, I thought it would be cool to set it on fire using the fire which the chefs were using to make food. I called my older cousin over and waited until they were gone. When they left the area, the fire had died down but the charcoal was still orange. I touch the fire with the bat and WHOOSH, the bat got set on fire. I ran around with this flaming torch and threw it in some wet grass.
Then a security guard came out of nowhere and started chasing us. We tricked him by running through the smaller corridors and hiding inside a room which was storing stages and folded trampolines. After the coast was clear, we went back to the crowded hall and hid. The guard knew my Dad too, so we had to avoid him for 4 hours while he was looking for us.
After that fiasco, the other kids thought I was the coolest guy and everyone knew me.
Turkish weddings are fun to mess around in, my favourite part being near the end where we used to spray fizzy drinks all over the place by shaking the can up and puncturing the can with a fork. Those were the days...