We lit up the bottle of alcohol used for the little bunsen burner to see what would happen and caught his garage on fire. We put it out ourselves with a hose, but oh, did we get in trouble!
Now that I think about it, it was probably 6th grade, not 8th grade. In 8th grade we had moved on to neighborhood football and street hockey. I was the only girl. It didnt occur to me that I got tackled *a lot* more than anyone else. I was kinda naive. A late bloomer, you might say.