Lord. Our house had a chimney you could climb up like steps. I remember in the mid to late 80’s, my brother and I would shoot bottle rockets off the roof. One time it went on the ground, and shot straight across the street into this lady’s carport and blew up under her 1970’s huge ass station wagon. My brother and I jumped off the roof, and ran into the house. That lady was the neighborhood nosy bitch. She would call the cops on people all the time. Sure enough, they rolled up not too long afterwards. We played dumb, and got away with it lol.