I did stupid shit as a teenager. I grew up in the countryside so boredom, irresponsibility and a gallus 'must not be seen a pussy' attitude ruled the day, in the form of various fires and explosions. I'm lucky one of these wacky experiments didn't go wrong. One time I booted a flaming lump of charcoal'd branch directly at the head of my friend. By some luck of the draw his 6th sense was working overtime and he ducked out the way, even before he realised why he was ducking. The charcoal lump hit the earth bank in place of his head, and exploded in a shower of embers. It would have f***ed him up! Blowing up aerosol cans could have f***ed any one of us up. Having clandestine camp fires in tinder-dry evergreen forestry could have f***ed a lot of folk up.
I feel bad for the kid in the news story as he has lost his leg. Obvious stuff, but it isn't going to grow back and the guy will have to navigate the world as an invalid now. He lost the lottery for dumbass teenage boys. It is easy to crow on about him learning from the experience, but honestly that final self-aware cog doesn't click into place in the male brain until the early twenties, and he is now crippled for a lifetime because of an unfortunate quirk of male brain chemistry. You can crow about the parents, but I thought one of the joys of growing up as a boomer kid was having endless freedom and being able to roam the neighbourhoods and countryside miles away from parental supervision?