I remember when I was little, me and all the other kids in the road absolutely LOVED fireworks! They didn’t sell them all the year round in England like they do in some countries, so when they came on sale just before bonfire night on November 5th ("Remember, remember the fifth of November, Gunpowder, Treason and Plot" .. etc!) it was a VERY exciting time.
I was 10 years old, Martin across the road was a year older than me, and he knew all the different fireworks that you could buy by name .. Screachers, Airbombs, Catherine Wheels, Jumpin Jacks (they got banned a few years later), Airbomb Repeaters .. and the infamous LANDMINE!
Of course we couldn’t actually buy fireworks ourselves because you had to be 16! So we would scavenge at the end of organised firework displays. We’d collect all the old fireworks and see if we could find any that hadn’t gone off.
One day, we met early in the morning at the Cricket Club, the day after a big firework show the night before....