[427TJ]

17 years old, sitting at the kitchen table with two buddies, each with a brick of firecrackers breaking them open one by one and making a softball-sized pile of powder on a piece of typing paper. Roll it carefully into a ball, insert some waterproof wick meant for Estes model rockets, wrap the whole thing in duct tape. Walk out onto the golf course Friday night after dark and set it in the cup on the 11th green and light it. Run like hell and hide maybe 50 yards away and wait. BOOM! Laugh like hell and then go look at the blast zone. Huge crater where the cup used to be. "Oh sh*t!!!" Make another one the next day and light it after dark Saturday night and drop it into one of the ponds along the fairway. Run like hell. Muffled "whump" and a column of water shoots up 15 feet. Go back on Sunday morning and look at 100s of dead fish on the grass around the perimeter of the pond and laugh hysterically. Or so I heard.