I was into model airplanes and battleships at age 12. My friends and I squeezed out some red grapes once. Let them ferment and drank about an ounce of the vile crap for a sickening buzz. Oh, and I was sent to military academy. What “bad boy” I had in me was dealt with.
At age 12, I had a world class collection of comic books, bought with MPC or Japanese yen in Yokohama.
I had a trunk full of these, but my mom threw them out to make room for dinner plates marked “Occupied Japan.”
Was playing “Stratego” with a friend after school most every day.
my little brother set an ant hill on fire....