Sneaking through the stuff in my older brothers bedroom was an integral part of being a younger brother. Never knowing what he might have in there… Since he is 10 years older than me he would always have things that I could never get my hands on. My heart was pounding listening to for his footsteps. Hearing them would mean a quick retreat while trying to pretend I was inspecting the carpet outside of his bedroom door. This time though was different. Looking underneath the bottom stack of boxes in his closet I found every 12 year old boys dream. A secret stash of fireworks. Sometimes risking a forbidden place is worth it.