When I was a little older (12,13) and my friend and me were tall for our age. So I'd go over to his house and we'd take his dad's motorcycle out for joy rides. A Honda Shadow, I think. No helmet or anything. Idiots.

I don't know how we didn't get caught for that.

When I was younger, the neighborhood kids who were morons (so you know I was all about it) would divide into two even teams (usually 2-3 each) and save up our money. Then each team would pool it's money together and buy as much fireworks as we could afford.

There was a big open field a half mile from my house. (I lived in the middle of nowhere.) We'd stand 100 yds apart or so. We'd take cinderblocks and prop mortars up against them aimed at the other side and fire them off. We'd made little bazookas out of PVC pipe to launch the big 3 foot tall bottle rockets at each other.

Once we ran out of the big stuff we'd charge each other with roman candles and black cats as "grenades."

We only did this about 3 times, and somehow no one was seriously hurt. (Just burns, and things. )Thinking back, I'm amazed. I did a lot of dumb things when I thought I was immortal but that one sticks with me.