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My Dad once gave me a wood burning kit for Christmas. I think I was about 11 or 12. It was basically a bunch of pieces of thin balsa wood with imprinted designs of eagles and wolves and such. It came with a tool with a thin metal tip at the end that heated up to a high enough temp to burn the designs into the wood. Why you would want to do this, I have no idea. I certainly, as a adolescent girl, had shown no interest in burning things, but apparently he thought it was just the thing a girl my age would want.