I was normally a very good little boy, but not so when it came to fireworks. One night at one of my friend's houses, we managed to smash a (distant, thankfully) neighbours conservatory, hit a van, very nearly set a tree on fire, put a mine down a drain (that was really not smart), and strapped glowsticks and various other things to some rockets.

When we were doing a relay with some of them, one took off almost horizontally and landed about a foot away from the guy who was lighting them, and another one hit off the gutter on the roof and sprayed ashes on my head, but it didn't cause any harm.

The scary thing is that there wasn't even any alcohol involved...