[RandallFlagg]

Rock wars.
TP-ing houses. Sometimes the school.
Playing around construction sites.
Learning how to use nunchaku and riddling the drywall with holes from shurikens.
Spitball kits made from McDonald's straws and napkins.
Building motorized go-karts -without brakes, proper restraints or lighting gear.
Getting hit by cars -many times.
Fearing, yet loving, my parents.
Adventures with BB guns.
Throwing the cat at the curtains.
Throwing the cat at my Brother.
Vaccuuming my Brother's toes.
Taking apart everything from the lawnmower to the sprinkler timer box.
Learning how to pick locks.
Grinding up Alka-Seltzer, packing it in a straw and taping the straw to the bottom of a model boat -without having environazis kill me on sight for water pollution.
Knowing that the sound of breaking glass is about the funniest sound ever.
Taking out solar panels with my BB gun at 400 yards (Ya gotta arc your shot REALLY steep!)
Catching black widows and praying mantids and making them fight each other in the basement.
Slingshots, and homemade archery devices.
Buying cigarettes before it was a felony offense.
Learning how to coax worms from the soil with 2 metal sticks and a wire plugged into the house (I learned it from an old Dennis the Menace comic) and grabbing one of the sticks -and getting electrocuted.
Getting beaten with the rake by Grandpaw after electrocution (He unplugged me).

Not only should I be dead, but I should have died in PRISON!

[BikerTrash]

Fireworks. Big ones. M-80s and such...

And none of this "put on ground, light fuse, get away" stuff either. Simultaneous detonations, inventions to get the most out of your allotment, etc.

Can still count to ten on my hands, can count clear to twenty one if I look down.