When I was four or five, my Dad was taking me camping a lot and taught me to make a fire with water proof matches and gathered tinder from the woods. No paper was allowed. He gave me an awesome metal match container complete with matches as a reward for learning.
That week I went straight over to the cute neighbor girls house to impress her with my new skills. We went to the woods in our neighborhood and I built a fire in workmanlike manner. Having been taught by my father I felt fully responsible and in control. Looking back, I was.
Little did I know the wrath to come. A fire engine, neighborhood adults, the girls parents and then my Dad descended upon me with a vengeance and removed the priveledge of matches as well as some sort of grounding.
And so I learned to never trust authority as they rarely are willing to trust those under authority. I also learned that when I am given authority or leadership, to let people build their own fires or burn themselves trying.