when i was a "kid" my brother and i, did some really dumb stuff, like took the shell off a shot gun shell, then hit the cap with a hammer and screw driver, yeah it was loud, blew my brothers hand of the screw driver.
then we un wrapped a roman candle that was a dud. took the powder and the little balls and put it in a pile, fuse to it and lit it. the candle balls shot everywhere one rose up and like attacked my brothers arm, like it was drawn to him, it came up slow, then turned into his sleeve of his t shirt, and it stayed there till it burnt out, one huge blister later and a burnt off sleeve.
try telling your mother how that one happened.
its also not good when your 14 years old and know all the cops names because they keep catching you riding mini bikes or dirt bikes or hell why not, a go cart on the streets lol
at 15 i got caught driving my dads old work truck, a 77 gmc with a 4 speed trans. cop told my dad i was a good driver too. cop was shocked it was stick when he pulled me out of the truck too. no one ever asked how i learned how to drive stick either. i figured it out all on my own, in the drive way, then took it out. i was driving it to school for about a month too. i had some balls.
my generation had it pretty soft cop wise, the guys a few years before me ran like a pack of wild animals, and never got in any trouble at all.
these days, i would have been locked up by now if i was a kid doing the same stuff i used to do.