I was at my grandpa's sheep ranch--I was probably nine or ten. My uncle handed me a box of matches and a single firecracker. Then he gave me just two simple instructions: 1. Light the firecracker. 2. Throw it.
I got it almost right.
I lit the firecracker just fine. But then, instead of throwing the firecracker, I threw the match.
Boom! The firecracker exploded in my hand.
I still remember my burnt fingers and my ringing ears. And, of course, my bruised little ego.
Happy birthday, America.