I was sitting on the back patio yesterday, tending to the BBQ, when my son came out and sat down on the step.
"Want to scrape any of these?", he asked, showing me a strip of paper roll caps he had in his hand. He then proceeded to scrap a few with a quarter, enjoying the small flash and puff of smoke for his efforts.
"No thanks", I replied.
He has always loved playing with caps, for as long as I can remember. He's still a kid at heart, even at 19.
I thought back to when I was a kid. Sitting on the sidewalk, on a hot summer day, with a rock, a few rolls of caps... that's all we needed to have fun. Sometimes we'd take an entire roll and smash it with a large rock. The loud explosion always gave us a thrill.
I asked my son if he ever did the same. He said he hadn't.
"Never? You've got to try it sometime" I told him, "roll it up tight, find a big rock and smash it hard. After the bang you can look through what's left and you'll probably still have some left to scrape too."
He proceeded to roll up what he had left in his hand.
"Is this enough?" he asked.
I picked up a brick from the patio and handed it to him.
"Now hit it hard, with the end of the brick... flat to squish the roll."
He didn't hesitate.
That was a lot louder than I remembered. My ears rang.
My wife came to the door.
"What are you doing?!?!" She didn't look amused.
My son and I stood there grinning.
"I was showing Kyle how to explode caps...", I explained.
She didn't say anything. I think I saw her roll her eyes.
I miss being a kid.