We grew up on a small street in a dirty old steel mill town. Yeah, we had to find ways of having fun without ticking the neighbors off too. It didn't always work either.. we used to use black powder to blow up mail boxes, and one time, an old ringer washtub basin. The mushroom clouds that stuff sent up was HUGE. Try that stuff NOW, and it's a trip to the slammer, and rightly so. We were hard headed kids who thought that doing stuff like that was fun. Dad finally caught us and brought that stuff to a very sudden and painful end. Our favorite target was a old garage at the end of the street where a lot of the older kids hung out. You either learned to run fast, or stand and fight.