I was a tomboy. My younger brother and I worked together. We made paint out of food coloring, flour, and water. (My concoction) We painted that yellow stuff all over the farm buildings. Opened a can of green paint and did the same
Even then, my brother was worse. He made a cannon to shoot stuff from hay mow to hay mow. (Old farm, nothing much in the mows) He would take the trash out to burn and stand there mesmerized by it. Poked it once in a while.
I once blew up my mother’s sewing machine with a cherry bomb. Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.