it was the spring of 1987 and i was in grade 2. our local electricity provider set up at a school-wide assembly for a safety presentation, which included a live, miniature power line up at the front of the gym (the 80s!) and some men in safety gear standing on either side of it. there was also someone dressed as a fuzzy yellow lightning bolt waving at us. you know, to humanize it or whatever.
the men in safety gear went over some pretty basic and boring things. power lines are not gymnastics equipment. keep your metal slap bracelet out of electrical sockets. don't take your toaster in the bath tub with you if it is plugged in. but after the speech, they put a bunch of hotdogs on sticks and cooked them on the power line at the front of the gym. our tiny brains screeched to a halt as the meaty cylinders fizzled and fried on the live wire right in front of us.
this was awesome. how was this not the right way, nevermind the best way to cook a hot dog. it was even faster than a microwave, and probably provided something way more edible than our 60-pound 1980s microwave could do.
mercifully nobody from my school died of electrocution that year. under my watchful eye and vague instruction, me and some friends tried to recreate this in grade 8 science class, but just ended up setting the hot dog on fire and getting kicked out of class. the moment was lost forever.