I played with some older kids one time that had made opposing forts in their back yard and were lobing molotov cocktails at one another. They failed to break the bottles despite numerous attempts. At the time I didn't have a clue what it would do.
Twenty years later one of the kids was married and had kids of his own. One of his boys was with his buddies and shooting arrows into the air, looking up and watching them come down. Well mollotov cocktail son watched the arrow come right back down and into his eye and is blind in that eye.
Acorn doesn't fall far from the tree I guess.
Molotov cocktail dad sued the homeowners insurance company the incident occurred on and won.
I suppose my mother would have sued too had he burned me horribly all over 50% of my body while in his yard.
Sometimes I think it's amazing that any of us live long enough to grow up.
When I was a kid, my older brother and I would make shields out of 1/4" plywood, and stock up on spears made from big arrow weeds broken off at the base and stripped. We'd chunk them at each other splintered-end first, and they'd actually go thru the plywood sometimes.
One SOP was to throw several in a row, lower and lower, then when the opponent's shield was down by his knees flip a spear at his head.
I can remember in the early 70's taking the old steel beer cans cutting out the bottoms, duck taping around 6 or 8 together. Poke a bunch of holes in the bottoms, fill it up with lighter flood after stuffing a tennis ball, or a potatoe down the tube, and lighting the touch hole off with wooden matches.
One actually blew up on my older cousin.
It "IS" a wonder we all survived childhood.
oh,,,, and the roman candle/bottle rockets fights.
I actually was throwing black cats up in the air one at a time after lighting them, one hot ash came down in a bowl of firecrackers setting between some kids legs, and they all started going off.