And that one time, in science class...

Whew... . I was afraid it was about the time I was caught juggling a hand grenade in the back row of my seventh grade science class. Of course it was only a dummy practice grenade I bought at the Army surplus store. Once the teacher determined it was nonfunctional I was ordered to take it home and leave it there and that was the end of the matter. This was in 1961 or '62. (I'm old). I cringe at what would happen if some other idiot kid did that now.