Back in NY as a kid in the 70s my buddy's dad was NYPD and came home with a garbage bag full of fireworks every year (I assume they were "confiscated"). We'd spend the whole day with a foot of 1" rope slowly smoldering, setting off all kinds of cool stuff. And our parents would laugh at us, then say "oh, uh, stop dat ya bastad kids" when we'd start shooting bottle rockets at each other. Good memories.....