My brother did this in middle school science lab. He was obsessed with making model rockets and his experiment exploded. No windows were broken, though, but the science teacher did give me a strange look when reading my name off the roster a few years later on the first day of science class. Are you related to *** ***** he asked, white faced. He likely did not realize there were more of us still to come from that crazy family.
For the record, I did not blow anything up- but my lab partner and I did make beer as our year-end project.
Hahahahahaha...I came from a family of six, and had the same issue. My brother made life hard for one teacher, and when I had him the next year, he made it tough for me.
Mr. Creamer...LOL...amazing how we remember those names, eh?
I was a kid who did blow things up and play with fire. I set a field on fire on two separate naval bases, though the second time it wasn’t me with the matches, but a willing bystander.
The first time, when I lived in Yokosuka, Japan, I was shooting smoke bombs over a street into a field with a slingshot, because the smoke trails looked really cool. Didn’t occur the dang thing would light the grass on fire, but...I wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer at the age of ten.