My dad, my brother, and (to a lesser extent) my boyfriend are just a little obsessed with paintball. They live, breathe, and eat paintball. They have their own paintball team and even their own field.
Personally, I don't mind their little obsession--it's good for them to have a hobby--and I even try to take a mild interest in it. I'd never play though. I've seen the wounds they come back with after their games.
Not too long ago, Daddy and my brother, Ronnie, resolved that they wanted to make some smoke bombs for their upcoming game. Ronnie has been waiting very impatiently for the salt peter, the main ingredient, to show up for nearly two weeks. It showed up today. I was waking up right around the time they were making their first batch.
That's what it looks like when you light it up....except I'm guessing they made their bomb extra huge. There smoke cloud was like....fifty times bigger. It seems a little dangerous and they've already ruined one of Mom's kitchen pots...but they're having fun.
Haha! I just went out to watch while they set off their second one. It took a few seconds to get it lite but once it got going, there was not stopping it. Daddy dropped it, it tipped over, rocketed out across the yard, flipped into the air and shot down into the field. It was HILARIOUS!
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