When I was a kid, I took apart 5 volcano things, and poured all the powder in this cardboard cup.
Well my dumbass, somehow thought it was a good idea to drop a match into this pile fucking gun powder. In my room, at 3am.
So I ended up scorching the metal desk, and smoking out my room.
I tried to hide it by opening the windows and putting fans into them, but my dad caught me with the room full of smoke.
Then when I was 17 me and my brother made our own black powder bombs.
We poured black powder into a piece of paper, wrapped it around a fuse, the wrapped the whole thing in electrical tape. Made a nice bang.
And then there was roman candle chicken.
Me and my friends would each throw a roman candle into the bonfire and stand around it on logs. Last man standing wins.
Good times.