i spent 3 to 4 weeks every summer on my cousins farm until i was around 16. whenever we could get our hands on some fireworks we would head out to the fields looking for the herd of cattle. as soon as a fresh pattie was laid we would put a firecracker in, light it and then both run off in different directions. my cousin was a bit chubby and slow so he would as get hit in the back with the exploding manure. apparently he grew tired of this so after i lit one he grabbed me, so neither of us could run, and let go right before the firecracker went off. a hunk of cow $hit hit me in the face so i scooped up what was left of the pile and smashed it in his face like a cream pie. an all out manure fight for the ages ensued.
ahhhhh, childhood memories
ahhhhh, childhood memories