Found a drawer of live bullets once
(Circa 1982 aged 10) ... me and a friend went "exploring". We found ourselves in some blokes shed which was full of dust and old crap.

We had a quick rifle through it and stumbled across a drawer full of live bullets. It's too long ago to remember the size of them but they weren't too large and we filled our pockets with them.

We made our way back to my mates long garden (and parent-less house), then proceeded to place them on a brick and hit them with a hammer. (Pointing away from us - we weren't stupid!)

I recall it took quite a big hit with the hammer to get the little buggers to go off but off they went with a very satisfyingly loud bang.

Being 10, we inevitably got caught by parents who were remarkably pragmatic about it.
(fatboybubba, Fri 20 Aug 2010, 8:38, 3 replies)

is Exploring
a euphemism for breaking and entering?
( bane, Fri 20 Aug 2010, 8:41, closed)

Like when people 'experiment with drugs'
rather than just getting shitfaced?
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 20 Aug 2010, 11:15, closed)

getting shitfaced was always a lot more dangerous in my life than recreational drugs at least for me anyway.....
(Cov Boy, Fri 20 Aug 2010, 12:10, closed)