You are a Darwin Award candidate

When I was little, I got a Lite Brite for Christmas one year. My mom had it in her lap, putting it together, and for some reason she had it plugged in, but there was no light bulb in the socket. Guess where I stuck my finger.

One morning in 6th grade while waiting in the car for Mom to drive me to school, I started fooling around with the car's cigarette lighter. No one in my family smokes, so I wasn't familar with how it worked. The engine was off, and I pushed the lighter in for a few seconds. I popped it out to see if it had turned red, and it hadn't. I assumed that because the engine was off, the lighter didn't work, and I proceeded to put my thumb on the surface of the lighter. WRONG. I burned the end of my thumb (which turned white and hard as the day went on), but I managed not to cry or make a face when my mom got in the car, because I didn't want to get yelled at for my stupidity.

Jam it back in, in the dark.