I actually caught on fire 6 years ago and did an Alex version of stop, drop, and roll.
I froze, screamed, flailed, threw off my robe, stomped on it naked in my kitchen, and called everyone I knew afterwards hysterically crying.
UPDATED: So I should explain better…
I was cooking in our galley kitchen of our old house at our gas stove in my robe while my son was sleeping for the first time in probably four months. I nonchalantly looked at my arm and flames were flying up the sleeve towards my face at astonishing speed because terry cloth loves to dance with fire and now it was going to dance with my hair and face.
That’s when my non-stopdroproll instincts kicked in as I mentioned above.
It was terrifying and I was sleep-deprived and my infant son was upstairs so I didn’t stop shaking for hours. I also decided that parenting could kill you.
However, I was completely uninjured except for a bit of my hair, which is still uninjured. My robe was ruined and I longed to wear my kid’s flame-resistant pajamas for the rest of the week.