Just before I got into high school I wanted a chemistry set. What it really amounted to was a metal case with lots of neat little bottles. These bottles filled with all kinds of chemicals. There was also a book with a huge selection of instructions, on mixtures to obtain different results as experiments. Lets be real who wants to experiment out of a book, somebody has already been there and done that. I quickly found out that random mixture, heated made a fine stink bomb, although it drew criticism from the rest of the family. Promising to follow instructions in the book and no more stink bombs I was allowed to keep the chemistry set. Sunday right after church, Mom has several of the ladies in for coffee and chat. They occupy the entire table except my spot where me and my experiments were being preformed. I had found something that I thought held promise. Flash powder the kind they used to use when taking pictures. Having learned someplace how to multiply I made up a much larger batch than the instructions called for. A saucer full. Everything was fine until I touched it with a match, whoosh, screams, crashing of falling chairs, black soot flowing down from the ceiling, temporary blindness, and minor burns on the face and hands. Mom called it the last straw. Chemistry set in the trash and a fertile mind shut down. Pass the coffee please, enjoy this fine day.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 13:05:04 +0000
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