When I was 14 I noticed the back door of the local gun store was left open and I just walked right in and snagged one of those small tubes of blackpowder and walked right out with it. After I played around and lit some of it just for kicks I came up with a brilliant plan and I took a 2 liter bottle and filled it about 3/4 of the way up then took cotton and I packed it down into that bottle as tight as I could with a fuse from some fire crackers I'd been dicking around with for awhile I was really proud of my nuke I'd made I had even cut a hole in the cap of the bottle and used some wax from a candle and sealed that up
So I decide I'm gonna put that bad boy inside this old hollowed out tree and light it and make a big kaboom
So I get down there I light the fuse and I run like hell and get behind a big rock then about the time I got my head down
Fucking KABLAAM LOUD AF the tree is on fire one of my friends said later they heard it from clear across town long story shortened I of course got caught and even though I'd have preferred they jailed me I even pleaded with them they sent me home with my father who im pretty sure was seeing how far he could go beating me with his belt before I died and I did a year on probation and 60 hours of community service and I've not fooled with that shit since
Thus ended my career at making stuff splode
I never fucked with black powder- we had a cautionary example occur when we were young.
A kid down the street got in to his dads canister and wanted to **** with it tom and Jerry style...laid a trail to a pile.
Coned up the pile with his hand like kids do with sand castles.
Wiped his mouth with his hands afterwards.
He lit the trail, didn't blow the house up but smoke was thick as pea soup. He also managed to spark the shit on his face and burnt the shit out of his lips and lost most of his hair and both eyebrows.
His lips swelled up and blistered about 3 times normal size.
He never lived that down. He was known as "powder puff" through graduation.