I remember when I was young, I was a daredevil like no other(at least in my mind). I would hop on my bike and peddal like the devil was chasing me and hit our homemade ramp at full speed, just to see how far I could fly. I would climb whatever was handy just to get a look around.
We hd a minibike that I absolutely loved. I would ride it till it ran out of gas or my dad made me get off of it, whichever came first. I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair, yeah I had hair then. The feeling of freedom, no matter how fleeting, was amazing.
I would take apart fireworks and pile up all the powder then light it. In retrospect that wasn’t the brightest thing to do, I got a lot of burns that way, but I kept on doing it since it was fun!
That said, why does this make me cringe?
I guess I have seen one too many episodes of Americas funniest home videos.