So, first grade, around 1982 or so..
The guy around the corner is an A-10 pilot. I'm friends with his son. The dad brings both of us of couple of dummy rounds for the gun at the front of the plane. There's a hole through the primer and you can see there's nothing inside. I thought it was the coolest thing ever.
I decide to bring it to show and tell. The teacher freaks, thinks it's some sort of bomb. Principal comes to the classroom, grabs me (and the round) explains to the whole class that "these sorts of things killed my husbands friends in Vietnam".
They call my parents. My dad shows up and starts laughing his a** off. Tells the principal to look inside the round. Takes a while to convince her it's not a bomb and not to call the police.
I can only imagine what would happen nowadays...
