Apparently the first half of the 20th century was fucking awesome [1]. [1] http://www.cracked.com/article_19481_the-8-most-wildly-irres...
We had chemistry sets and carbide cannons, played with mercury, painted with red lead, and cleaned spots off clothing with benzene. I have inadvertently taken a swig of gasoline. We played with firecrackers, cherry bombs, roman candles and rockets. We were always lectured on safety first and took those lessons to heart.
I honestly can't say that I learned anything useful from the chemistry set (although at the time I believed it was an absolute necessity, something I regret putting my parents through). OTOH work in chemistry labs as an adult confirmed that I was not inclined to that profession.
But from each particular encounter I learned interesting and useful facts which could later be tied into the theoretical frameworks of formal physics and chemistry.
Odd thing is I wasn't allowed a BB gun until I was 16! I never shot a living thing with it - it was simply fun to hit something at a distance. Anyway I'm still alive and doing better than ever.