We'd hang out in the garage and make guns out of PVC that we could use to shoot bottle rockets at each other. More than once my hair caught on fire.

I still remember my buddy running through a field with a green fuzzy from a roman candle stuck in his hair. He got me back with a shot right to the chest that left a target-shaped bruise; the middle was burned and a bruise ring around it.

good times... goooood tiiiiimes....