All I remember is that is was night, I was tired, and my parents said they were looking around for homes and checking out our neighborhood. They always had to make sure their lawn looked the best. All of a sudden I hear some commotion in the front seat on my mom’s side, I hear plastic and something that sounded like it was gassy or smoking, My dad said,”hit it!” My mom threw the big plastic soda jar out in their best friend’s yard. We drew further down in our seats and my mom and dad inched forward a little bit so they could not see our car. 10 seconds later, the frozen ice bomb went off sending shrapnels of plastic all through the air and making the biggest sound I’ve ever heard. The whole family came runnin out half naked, and my dad laughed and drove quickly away. Since my mom worked at a Baskin & Robbin’s store she had full access to this stuff so we did it qute frequently. Those were the days. And my dad would always go up to Washington to get the illegal fireworks and we would have a heyday, 6 and 7 years old holiding Roman Candles and chasing each other with them and pointing them at each other, and we were just so luckly not to get hit. We had M100’s M500s, nothing that a Piccolo Pete could match. Those were the good old days...