incidentally, I'm not chuffed with my antics as a kid
it was the 70's, stuff was different back then
Like when 'we' accidentally smashed out my mates teeth and left him, passed out, on his mum's doorstep. We were playing war, I spotted him hiding at the bottom of a grass bank so I found a large stone and did an exaggerated over arm grenade throw, shouting 'grenade!'.
He popped his little 10 year old head up over the bank to see what I was doing and caught the stone full square in the mush. Who looks up on the shout of grenade? Not a natural soldier.
Anyway, we took an arm or a leg each, carried him back to his house, laid him on the floor, rang the doorbell and ran like hell.