Ah, this brings back memories. The primal stares and quiet reflection. The smell of burning plastic. The occasional “oohs” and “ahhs” of appreciation and wonder. The greens and blues of high temperature flames. Burning army men in the Duncan’s fire pit was all this … and much more.
Look at the rapt attention on everybody’s faces. What, oh what, could be capturing their minds so completely that the rest of life’s problems magically slip away as they concentrate on this singular sight with the intensity of a man on acid who’s discovered there are tiny universes in every atom of his hand.
Why, it’s burning army men — and airplanes — of course.