That's not to mention what we did with fireworks, which is a book all by itself. Or "boating". Or flooding streets by making "dams". Or climbing down into storm drains just to see what was "down in the sewer." Or exploring caves. Or....

Well, you get the idea. Fortunately, our parent never got the WHOLE idea.

(I spent my youth in prayer: "Lord, don't let the cops find out." "Dear God, if Mom doesn't kill me I'll become a nun." "Our Father Who Art In Heaven, please let me get out of this hole I'm stuck in." And the best prayer of all: "Good God, it blew up!")