Well after a few comments exchanged on various vines it seems I need to write a tale of my misspent slightly bent and twisted childhood. This is not going to be a full blown description of all the good and bad that occured, but it should be a bit of a fun project.
Growing up in Michigan in the 50's and 60's in a suburb of Detroit was pretty cool, live next to a large lake, had plenty of open fields and woods to explore and it was the age of Chemistry Sets and being able to purchase all sorts of interesting chemicals from the local Drug Store. Being a boy at a time when all sorts of gun fighters, world war two movies and such were common, the Space Race and Science Education were items to be admired and aspired to gave rise to all sorts of interesting mischief.
An example was my friend and I seeing if we could artificially keep a frogs heart beating with electrical pulses, never mind we were only 10 years old and didn't have a clue about the subtleties of it, we cut them open and used batteries to make them twitch: to quote Doctor Frankenstein "It's Alive". Today PETA would be on us like white on rice, but then it was cutting edge science, for a ten year old!
Later on the subject of explosives drew our attention, now we aren't talking about fire crackers here, we are talking about cooking our own nitro-glycerin and compounding our own black powder. Amazing what a little heat, Sulfuric Acid, Nitric Acid and Glycerin can make in the proper proportions. It was also even more fun to see what it did to rat burrows in the sides of ditches! And while this was fun even we knew how unstable it was so we went in search of a more stable way to make things go BOOM! Ah Ha Black Powder! Sulfur, Potassium Nitrate and Charcoal properly ground and mixed did the trick, well sort of, most of the batches started out as just giant fizzles, lot's of flash not BOOM. Still over time and with much effort a good solid product was produced. But then again where to try it out, details details, first efforts were pipe bombs in open fields, satisfying in some degree lots of noise and smoke and a big puff of dirt into the air.
But then the brain storm, why not put one in an incinerator where we could make a bigger one which would make a heck of a noise but be contained. Eureka! (or so we thought, more later) there was a nearby grocery store with a rather nice concrete block incinerator which we thought was nice and strong. Hey we were kids fer cripes sake, who knew? So an even larger device was built, the day the cardboard was burned by the store was chosen and all was set.
Now the wrinkles, did you know CBS structures are not blast proof? We didn't... and did WE know the store was owned by a local mobster? Nope sure didn't... This lead to several interesting things happening.
First the blast, a most satisfying one I must say, unfortunately it leveled the incinerator and threw pieces hundreds of feet in all directions! Fortunately there were no injuries, unfortunately the owner of the store was not amused however we were never identified and he by all accounts thought some one was sending him a message. Thus ended our experiments with things that go boom. Besides shortly after that I discovered girls and that was an ever so much more satisfying a discovery.