I suffered serious acid burns to my right hand, due to the stupidity of a Chemistry Master, when I was 13.
I lost all interest in Chemistry lessons after that and had never had any interest in exploding things .... I suspect this was because I discovered girls were more use when one didn't frighten them at about the same time as my hand healed.
Joined the RAF as an Apprentice at fifteen and a half and had real guns, grenades, smoke bombs, tear gas and all sorts of other fun stuff to play with so I think I may have missed out on the adolescent desire to shoot down or set fire to Airfix, play with fireworks or anything like that. As I recall my main concerns were, I confess, getting through each day intact and getting my leg over every evening.