My brother and I were shooting pool and I won....so he told me I was cheating. He locked me in the basement and I had to dismantle the "search light" apparatus my father had installed in the basement window to open the window and climb up out. Well.....my brother locked the doors and wouldn't let me back in. It was raining cats and dogs so I went out to the garage where my brother was restoring an old Corvette. He left a half-pack of cigarettes out there and I proceeded to line them all up in the crack of the hood and light them all. They were burning down pretty good.
I had to wait until my parents got home before I could get inside the house.
The next day the Flood of '72 hit. My mother almost had me believing it was partially my fault because of what I did to my brother's car.