Me, too. In those days, we were able to buy explosive components from hardware stores and pharmacies, load them into metal 35mm film canisters and make a hell of a racket.
Also, my father, who had a small construction company, used to send me down to the local hardware store on my Yamaha 80 to charge cases of dynamite, boxes of detonators, tie the whole mess onto the seat behind me and return to the job site.
I'm afraid to even mention what we did with firearms and knives.
Oh my gosh! Don't tell me that you would (Gulp!) fix the knives at the end of each firearm, therefore, fabricating an unregistered BAYONET (Gasp!) at the end of such firearms. Because that would have been horrible. Just horrible. /liberal
Wow, dynamite. Hey, I had a Yamaha 80 too! Rode it from 1965 to 1968.