Disassembled and reassembled every firearm in the house, there were alot of them, until I fully understood how they operated.

I was doing a science project with my brother when I was a kid. We had to make a battery using copper pennies, aluminum foil, salt water, and copper wire. Supposedly when you assembled the battery according to the instructions, you could touch the wires together and get a spark. Mine did not spark. Being the bright young Einstein I was, I thought I'll just do what dad does when his battery doesn't work. I'll give it a charge. I took the sopping wet roll of copper, foil, and wires still dripping salt water and stuck the 2 bare wires into an outlet in the wall. It shot my arse across the room and left a burn mark 4' up the wall. Pennies became shrapnel, so my brother ducked for cover. The outlet slowly melted out of the wall, dripping hot plastic onto the floor. I attempted to regain consciousness, had a heck of a time trying to regain my sight. The smell of burnt flesh and hair lingered in the air. The hair on my head stood up for 2 days. After the initial excitement and "what were you thinking" from my parents I realized my battery got charged. So, I figured it was a success.

That was probably the worst thing I did as a kid.

Smoke,drink and chase women.

I was an absolute PERFECT angel.

You seriously expect us to believe that…………………. Or were you being sarcastic??????