It all started when I was 15. I did stage magic, both for big events and for birthday parties (to pay for my hobby) Now for years I had dabbled in chemistry, and I had quite the lab.
(cue the ominous music) I decided to make some very special flash powder. I wanted it to make a noise as well as a bright light, but without containment, After a few trials I *almost * had it perfect: It ignited so swiftly that it made a 'whoosh' rather than the moderate burn that even uncontained pistol powder makes.
My huge error was trying to make it bright. Now I knew a lot about chemistry but not enough. so I mixed some red phosphorus into the mix to give it better light output - well that part was right - and began mixing a 30 gram batch (about 2 ounces dry measure). Little known fact: when you dry out red phosphorus after it self hydrates (it takes moisture from the air to do that) it can, and usually does, self-ignite.
The result was a flame that reached the ceiling of our basement past my hand and face. It was, essentially a strong propellant. The heat was so intense it cracked the pyrex mortar that it was contained in. I got 3rd degree burns on my hand, first degree burns and unburnt phosphorus in one eye and the rest of my face, leaving me without eyebrows and temporarily blind. I needed burn care for more than a week in hospital.
I gave up chemistry after that...