Grenadine

I bought this defused hand grenade for $5 when I was around eleven years old. Maybe younger. I purchased it at Big Buck Trading Post, on Main Street, in Manchester, Georgia. $5 was a lot of money to me back then, which lets you know that I really wanted that hand grenade. (I had visions in my head of being like Chuck Norris in his Lone Wolf McQuade role.) Anyway, my dad gave me an advance on my allowance so I could walk down to Big Buck and snag the grenade "before some other kid does" (my words at the time).

As soon as it was mine, I threw it high into the air and watched it thud to the ground, then roll a few empty feet. I never threw it again, but I've kept it around ever since. Know why? 'Cause I'm a genius. That's why.