As preteens, we'd get boxes of bang snaps, turn off the lights in the garage, and randomly whip them at each other as hard as we could.
We'd build fires by the local creek. We'd pull our Mom's/sister's aeresol hairspray cans (long live Aqua Net) out of the trash to throw in the fire, then stand around and cheer when they would explode.
My first car was a 5-speed Mazda 323 hatchback with a J-brake. When it would snow, I'd speed down the center of two lane back roads, hit the clutch and throw the brake, and fishtail down the street.
I once got so drunk and high that I slept in my buddy's kitchen, because I could crawl my way out. It was an open floor plan with two large openings to the dining and living rooms.
Kids do dumb stuff.