In the spring of 1977 when I was five years old and my sister was eight, we had a big crowd of friend that we played with all summer long. There were around 10-15 of us usually, that kept together and played games everywhere in my neighborhood. I grew up in a neighborhood with three big apartment building, each 12 stories high, and around then were smaller building with 4 apartments each, one on top of the other. My sister and I lived in one of the smaller buildings. It was one afternoon that us kids were playing together with our friends, in the room belonging to “Little Maggie”. She was called that because she was younger and smaller than the other Maggie. She lived on the 6th floor in one of the big apartment buildings. After playing on the balcony together, one of the kids had a wicked idea. She suggested to make a huge waterbomb, by filling up big plastic groceries bag with water, tying it closed and drop in down from the 6th floor, next to someone walking in the back entrance of the building. All the kids agreed that this was the best idea ever made, so we all went into the kitchen and found a big plastic bag. Us big kids started to fill it up with water. We managed to fill it up as much as humanly possible and then tied it closed. Then we all assisted in getting the heavy water bomb to the balcony and get a kitchen chair, so we could lift it up and throw it over. We got everything ready and waited for our victim. We had to wait for about 10 minutes and then someone came. Our victim was here. A young woman dashed into the building, but she was so fast that she was gone before we could launch the bomb. We waited another 5 minutes and a teenager ran inside, too fast again for us to launch the bomb. This was turning out to a mistake. Then finally after another 5 minutes of waiting, an old man with a gray flat cap hat came out of his car and made his way to the building entrance. Now we had time to launch the bomb, we got it up and waited for the right second. All the kids were standing in a row on the balcony looking down at a grey flat cap walking slowly to the door of the building. This was the what we had been waiting for. This was our moment of glory. This was not his moment at all. The bomb was dropped at the right second and it landed right next to the poor old man. The whole neighborhood suddenly heard a scream from an old soul: “What the devil !!!!!!!!!!!”. The second we heard the angry scream, everyone ran form the balcony and into the apartment. A bunch of horrible little kids closed the balcony door and said nothing. We all ran into Little Maggie´s room, closed the door of her room and then exploded with laughter and pleasure. Kids are naughty when left alone to long.
