When I was finally of age to drive my parents made me wait an additional year, this really didn't matter too much because none of my friends had cars anyways. We made friends with this kid named Alex - conveniently Alex had a car, so we kept him around. The funny thing is, none of us were allowed to leave our subdivision. We would pile into Alex's car and ride around the subdivision - because we were super cool like that. I remember it was only a few days after July 4th and Phoebe found a bunch of unused M80 firecrackers. I know (now) this is dangerous and mean, but we chose to ride around looking for the junior high kids and throw the M80s at them out of the sunroof. (we weren't very bright back then) This was hilarious and big fun until Phoebe misjudged her throw and the M80 bounced off the rim and down into the backseat with us. All we could do was cringe - BOOM! Thank goodness none of us were hurt or burned, however it blew a huge hole in the backseat of the car. We were all filled with tiny tiny pieces of orange seat cushion filler, and quickly realized we were partially deaf. Alex was furious and horrified to take the car back to his mother. The rest of us went to the park located in our subdivision hoping our sense of sound would return, and return quickly. We were city kids and you know the rule is 'You better be home when the street lights came on' There we were sitting at the park talking to and testing each other hoping the tunnel sound would disappear, while keeping a keen eye on those street lights, because no one wants the beating you'll surely get for coming home deaf.
Nice !
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