We used to hold onto firecrackers and see who could do it without flinching...those things hurt and probably account for the Reynauds in my hands as much as minor frostbite does.
I stuck an arrow into the aluminum siding of our new home. When dad got home I promptly reported my misdeed to him, he told me to bring my arrows to him and he broke everyone of them over his knee. His message was received loud and clear and I was much more careful in the future, grandpa bought me a dozen arrows before I got off the bus the next afternoon. Thank god grandma and grandpa lived next door because I always had a faithful friend in my grandpa. The good old days....
