My most successful rocket exploded.
I'm willing to bet we all did the same stuff as kids. Modifying fireworks against anything safe and sane. Mixing things that ought not mix. That smell and missing hair.
My earliest memories of fireworks is lighting
magic whips, just like a crackling ball but linear, like a snake.

I threw it out in front of a car that was driving past. Musta been about six or seven years old at that time.
Skip a couple of years. I'm probably eleven now. We're taking apart
jumping jacks and making a big pile in the road. Dropped in a lit one and watched 'em all fly around. There was a burned patch of asphalt for a couple years after that. My brother, and our friends would hold a pack and light the fuse then wait for it to burn down, almost light up, and throw the whole pack up in the air. Those little dudes can fly pretty far, right in to open car windows.
Once I hit my teens it was uncontrollable. Trips to Wyoming, where the laws are looser, and hundreds of dollars worth of smoke and noise. Throwing artillery shells like hand grenades, bottle rocket wars, lobbing smoke balls with lacrosse sticks, shooting our 'bazooka' out of my friend's window, trying to blow up everything we could think of with single
wolf pack crackers.
I had a good understanding of how things worked by now, so I tried to make everything better. Wrapping crackers in string and glue and tape. Lighting bottle rockets in sealed bottles. Flipping cakes and catching a purple star in the ass.

It was about this point I began experimenting.
I remember my birthday very well. It was the day I first made BP. Though I had no S or a scale, I did my best. What I got was a slow, slaggy burning gray mixture. I nearly came. I remember it so clearly. I carefully spooned out my KNO3 in to one square of TP and diaper mixed in the charcoal. I put it in a little pill container and dropped in a smoldering piece of paper to ignite it. The clear red flame filled my backyard with smoke, but not the smell I loved. It's been with me since and always will.