I couldn't agree with you more, how some of got to grow up and I think it was a privilege the way I got to grow up and the things you see now days. I so can relate to the last two stories I will tell you couple and I still wonder how I made it through them and came out alive and not missing some appendages or parts. I grew up in a small ranching town in northern New Mexico 300 was the population on a good night. I was out in the Zuni mountains one day and found an old line shack and barn the shack was lock up but the barn wasn't so being a snoopy 13 year old I went in to see what was inside and low and behold I found a stash of 200 blasting caps and a roll of fuse, it was close to the 4th of July and I just found this year's fireworks and the added bonus was it didn't cost me anything. This kid just cut a fat hog in the ass so off the mountain I went cutting a piece of fuse 3 inches long and stuffing it in a cap and blowing the hell out of things. I had a box of caps in each back pocket as I went merrily on my way stopping now and then to blow the hell out of something .When I got back to town and my friends saw what I had they all wanted them so I started to sell them for 50 cents each. We blew up anything that move and all the time the people of the town thought we were playing with fire crackers. After all 200 caps were gone and not one finger missing or near miss I looking back it was just a miracle that that many caps got blown up in two weeks and we all came out un scathed. But it was one 4th of July I will never forget.