When your Bored

There’s something about explosives that feels irresistibly thrilling to a young boy. I couldn’t have explained it then, and I still can’t quite explain it now, but the louder the bang and the closer it was to people who’d be furious about it, the better it seemed

I remember one afternoon in particular, we set off a charge in a field and, sure enough, an angry resident came storming after us. We tried to run, but we were doubled over with laughter, stumbling more than sprinting. The chase didn’t last long, though. He gave up before he realised the only reason he was gaining on us was because we were laughing too hard to get away

Been there done that.. i still laugh to this day

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