My craziest act - " The Dynamite " | What about you?

Hi friends, here is my craziest story!

I was 10 when it happened. My friend and I were sledding down the hills near a river when he found a real stick of dynamite. He said that he was so lucky and going to blow up it next summer. From that moment I couldn't think about anything except the opportunity to get it. I interrupted him because he'd started boasting and told him that it wasn't dynamite, that it was just a spark plug, that my father had broken one and he had to replace it. I told some bullshit and he agreed with me.

The Dynamite was in my trembling hands. So perfect, with a thick wick and bar code on the bottom; it started to tell me to use it immediately! I ran to my house. Before I knock the door I 'd prepared my dynamite and a lighter, which I'd found during my way home. My brother opened the door and I spoke up if he would make just one step I'd blow up everything! His anticipating smile was not long in coming.

We ran in and closed the door to our room because our grandma was there. Mom used to ask her to keep an eye us after several incidents at home. If my brother hadn't told me that it was already spoiled of ice where my friend had found it I wouldn't have started to argue with him. It was a hot dispute. When our arguments ended we had no choice but to check it immediately. We chose our bathroom!

My brother took the dynamite and went in first while I was searching quiet for matches in the kitchen. I hadn't let grandma suspect anything. I came in too and we started.

First three matches were burned by my self without any affect. My brother's turn came. He did it so easily after only one try (perhaps the wick was already dry). While we were looking at the burning wick we remembered that we hadn't decided yet what to do next. My brother with big scared eyes did an amazing slum dunk into the toilet and we heard a saving "tsssss". I leaned against the door and exhaled with relief, which everyone knows as one of the most pleasant feelings.

But we forgot a possible reason why my friend had found it nearby the river and what was presumably its destination. It could be used for stunning a fish. In the same second, everything changed.

I honestly don't remember what was the sound, but that our grandmother pounded on the door in a few seconds, was not talking about what she really wanted to use the toilet. For me, the first second was like when you suddenly look at your watch. Broken lid from the toilet smoothly fly among water dust and haze. Everything around us was wet with black dust, ceramic toilet was cracked at the base.

Of course we were punished, but at the moment when I heard Granny called my mom and said - They blew up the toilet!, I felt a real pride, like we've done a great thing!

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