Or maybe she believed Jeremy's excuse about not marrying her at the turn of the year because the idea arose from June(unsubstantiated) and he didn't want to acquiesce with her wishes. Once she was dead there was no excuse left but of course marriage as we know was not forthcoming. Your adolescent experiences are something akin to the film Breaking Bad.
Blowing holes in the dirt in the woods and the kinds of things done on Breaking Bad are quite different. I also made my own smoke grenades. Nothing was done with such items to vandalize though or to cause any other problems. It was simply playing with an improvised weapons survivalist book to see if I could do it. The worst thing I did was make a trap with a tripwire which resulted in a branch from a tree whacking a jerk I hated. I didn't put spikes in it or anything like that. It wasn't a very thick branch so I knew it would not do any real damage. It did leave a red mark on his forehead though. We laughed all day in school. He never did figure out who set it and I only told a few people who I knew would not tell anyone. Someone else previously egged him on to start a fight with me and he lost so I was not afraid to tell him I knew he could not do anything to me. He was really tall but a toothpick his punches had nothing on them at all. He was hitting me and I was laughing because his punches were so weak. I let him punch me 5 times just hysterical. He said I didn't know how to fight so I punched him in the eye/cheek giving him a bright shiner then he ran away. He lied to everyone in school saying he beat me up but they asked how come my face was fine and his wasn't. Then people who saw it said what really happened. It was simply more amusing with him never finding out and having to wonder. He was so paranoid he stopped walking through the woods to school so we didn't have to deal with his crap anymore.
Since that is the worst thing I did you grossly overestimate me. Now people I know- that is another thing they did a lot of bad stuff. I didn't smoke, do drugs or anything else I was the goody goody Jeremy hated. Then I turned 15, got a job, worked ever hour I could and the only bad things I did was there but I was provoked...like I was throwing away sour cream that was no good, we just had to save the lids to get some credit back. Someone would not leave me alone and just let me work. He tried to wipe some of the sour cream on me. I had one container in each hand and chased him. The bastard ran down a hall that had cameras. I lobbed them like grenades at him. Both hit him in the ass and blew up. His whole ass was full of sour cream. Some got on the floor too of course. Then we got called to the office because naturally the manager was in the office at that exact moment watching the cameras.
Another time the same idiot shot me with a water pistol. I got two cleaning bottles and was shooting him back- the spray bottles were awesome they shot a major spray like 30 feet they were the only supplies the store had that were actually good. I was killing him, his little gun wasn't worth crap. The floor was all wet and he was running around then he fell and it was like he was on a slip n slide. He slid down the hall like a bowling ball right through the break room door crashing into the TV. The store managers were having a meeting in there with the district manager. They were watching some work related VCR tape. I should have run away but I couldn't. I was laughing too hard- so I got busted too.
These antics got them mad but not enough to get us fired because on the flip side we actually worked. Most people just slacked off and did nothing. They would let them get away with doing nothing and pile all the work on the few who actually worked. If they fired us nothing would get done so they had no choice but to put up with us and since they dumped everything on us we had the right to blow off steam now and then. It's a lot better to blow off steam with childish antics than keeping it all in and one day blowing up in a violent episode.