
aaah, yes... Burning flesh.
When I was about 12 or 13 or so, I was helping Dad with some welding projects... Anyway, to make a long story short, somehow one of those big ol' slagballs made it's way down the front of my pants and settled onto a part of my anatomy that I never wanted it to take up residence at.... at first I didn't know what was going on... and neither did my Dad... He couldn't figure out why I was jumping around and yelling...
Then Dad started laughing his rear end off... I didnt' think it was quite so funny, at least at the time I didn't. Mom didn't think it was so funny either, having just burned a big hole right in the front of a fairly new pair of pants!
I can laugh about it now...
If you weld, it's not if, but when

Although, I have to admit, I get burned much much less now than when I was younger...