Ok so when I was little

..well maybe not that little, I managed to get my hands on all sorts of raw materials (chemicals) in which to make a variety of pyrotechinic fun things. We use to dabble in all sorts of explosive recipes and its probably a miracle I'm still completely whole. Kinda feel like I'm making a new concoction, hoping - *praying* - to God it doesn't blow up in my face. I suppose time will tell if my labor produces something wonderful or something extremely deadly.

Was that vague enough?