Student Testimonial – Fearless Fire Eating
2017-02-09T11:39:23-08:00
Yes Mom, I ate fire this weekend . . .Every once in a while you do something that you know you can’t tell your mom about until after you’ve done it. You know that taking a class called Fearless Fire Eating is just not really going to go over very well with mom. It’s really quite safe, though you know you’ll never convince mom of that. From what Kristina, our instructor said, it’s the safest fire performance art, since you have complete control over the fire.
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It’s not like you’re spinning or swinging it around, where gravity has the control. Once again you could try telling mom this, but she’ll have fingers in her ears yelling La, La, La. So yeah, I chickened out and didn’t tell her until after the class. My ears are still ringing from the loud exclamation over the phone of “YOU DID WHAT!” Then of course there comes the “why” question. Insert loud mom voice – “WHY ON EARTH?!” You stop and think about making a crack about because it’s closer than the moon, but decide against it. Really I took the class because of my work. See, I work in the Marketing Department here at The Crucible; my co-worker Jan and I (who are basically the whole marketing department) decided to take it together. Hey, what better way to get people to swing by our information table at events than to eat fire, right? Plus what better way to promote a class than taking it yourself? As you might well expect, these reasons didn’t go over so well with mom. I’m sure she thinks I’m crazy and she is looking for a therapist for me as we speak. Mom wasn’t so open to hear about me singeing off arm hair, but I’m sure all of you are much more interested in the fiery details. So, here we go. Once we got though all the safety stuff and made our own fire eating torches we got down to the fiery fun. First she had us start with basic rubbing alcohol as fuel. Yep, the stuff you buy at Longs Drugs. It provides a smaller flame for us to start off with. We lit our torches and passed our hands over the flame to get acquainted with fire. Then we tapped the torch to the palms of our hands and rolled it along our arms. Basically lighting ourselves on fire. Yes we are crazy people. It didn’t hurt though. The flame just sat there on your skin until the alcohol burned off or you lightly shook your arm or hand to put it out. Then we moved to the reason we were |