I was born and raised in a JW familly, my JW dad always brought us fireworks, some times we lived in a state whre fire works are elligal, but my dad would take us across state line and bring them back.
I remember we were throwing fireworks out the window of the car and an airplane like firework chaced us for a long time. another time we were out in the country shooting off fireworks, we started out holding roman candles and shooting it as if it where a gun or something, and my brother lit a firecracker and forgot it wasn't a roman candle and it blew up while he was still holding it. Lucky he did not lose a finger.
My dad use to shoot cherry bombs with a sling shot over this school, and into a grocery store parking lot, one landed in front of this kid riding his bicycle, and the cherry bomb blew the front tire out on the kids bicycle.
No wonder I used to play with fire.
One time I took some of my dads cherry bombs with me when I spent the night over at some other winesses house and I woke up real early in the morning and went to the back of the house and layed down some news paper, layed the cherry bombs on top of that, covered it with bricks, lit the news papers, went to the front of the house, and watch a horrific site with such noise and bricks flying every where even way above the house.
I was only five years old, Thanks dad