I told this story before but not my mom's reaction. A train jumped the track behind my house. The RR used carbide lights to work through the night to put it back on the rails. Well they left a huge can of carbide that my cousin and I found. Now being 11 years old we didn't know what it was so my cousin said, lets see if it burns. He stole some matches from his house and we tried to light it up ... BOOOM
it blew out all the windows by his dad's garage. The explosion sent me flying, shredded my cloths and burned off my hair ... other than that my cousin and I were toasty but unharmed. I went home crying .. After mom figured out that only my pride was hurt she goes

"That's what you and your cousin gets for playing with dynamite"