when i was a kid we lived in Athens Greece. my Dad worked for the UN,
they have a lot of pine trees in Northern Greece, he was helping build
a pulp & paper mill. my Dad was a chemical engineer.
my older brother decided to "learn about explosives".
you can buy anything you want at the Athens Flea Market. i got caught
once shoplifting too. "god Damn American Boy", the guy said. he was
right. on the way home we gave all our shop-lifted stuff to a woman
who was begging at the train station. 2 american boys stealing from
greek shop-keepers & giving to the poor. how ... inspiring. NOT.
anyway, on a few other shopping trips my brother had a shopping
list that had things like "perchlorate" on it. his room was next to
mine. i got the closet that year.
most of my brother's stuff worked. he made little fire-crackers,
nothing bigger than an M-80. you'd think he would have learned,
he had a scar on his face from playing with burning plastic at a
younger age.
well, that was 1970-1971. my brother is now a VP for a large
financial institution. i don't think he puts the "perchlorate" stuff
on his resume.
anyway, yes it's a good way to learn about physics and chemistry
and stuff, but just be F*CKING CAREFUL if you're playing with
this stuff.