“I put one on the edge of the box and lit it. It fell into the box and sparks went everywhere. Several cheery bombs went off; the garage with a can of gasoline was five feet away.
God was looking out for me that day (He always has). I could have blown up half the neighborhood.”
Decades ago when I was in midteens we would take a water squirt gun, get a Bick pen take the ink cartridge out of it and then tape the now empty plastic tube to it, fashion a shield out cardboard placed just ahead of the squirt gun grip.
Insert Bottle Rocket into ink pen tube and light, usually with one of those cork long lighters and fire away at other teen “enemy” great fun
One day me and 2 other guys were defending against about 6 others and doing really well until I realized we were in a barn with about 500 dry bales of hay. Had sense enough to stop things. Dad might have killed me had we burned that barn down.
Ah yes, the mid teens. I think I was about that age when the bottle rocket incident occurred. A few days later the neighbor came over with another box of firecrackers for me.
Needless to say my mother was livid!
I was much more careful with the new fireworks (no bottle rockets in the new set).
We used to take up teams and have fireworks battles (in the overall neighborhood war) in the farmers field. If you weren’t tough enough to get a few burn marks, you probably were going to have a rough time in life!
***Dad might have killed me had we burned that barn down.***
Brings back memories of an incident with a hay wagon in my youth playing with matches.