Hey, and I always thought I had been a little bit crazy in my youth!
I had beautifully assembled plastic model kits in 1:32 scale - impressively large fighters like the Bf109, the Mustang,
or a Japanese Mitsubishi J2M3 "Jack". They were all wonfully painted as good as I could in those days.
And then, one day, I placed them all in our sand box like on an airfield, put little and larger firecrackers into them,
made little trails of benzin to them, and ignited them. My mother was seriously worried about "the violence in me".
She asked, if I wouldn't regret it, to have destroyed all this work of many hours.
But the only thing I did regret was, that I didn't have a camera, to make slow motion scenes of it all.