Stupid things you did as a kid

[kcode]

I have a couple of neighbor kids that I've watched grow up and kinda adopted as my little buddies. Over the years I have seen some of the mischievous things they have done.

This made me think back to when I was a kid in the 50's and 60's and some of the stupid things I did.

Growing up I had an older buddie that taught me how to make home made gun powder, carbon, saltpeter, and sulfur. It was always low power, but fun to play with.

We used to take old shotgun hulls and drive the primers out and fill the hull with the homemade stuff and place the head of a kitchen safety match in the primer pocket and light it. Usually took off like a rocket.

I was fortunate to have all of the Mattel Shoot-n-shell toy guns. The favorite was the Snub nose .38 and the belt buckle derringer. Playing around with it, I found out if you pulled the spring out of the bullet case, drill a hole in the base and cover with a "Green stickem cap, fill the case with the homemade stuff and use a tissue for a wad, it would actually shoot. The plastic barrel did not last long.

Then theres the was the idea of taping a .22 lr on the end of the BB gun barrel............I think I will stop now before I get into trouble.

Anyone else have stories to share?

 

[El Bombardero]

My friend convinced us it would be OK to use his bathroom window as a sniper's nest for a paintball game. In 1 hr, his whole house and the entire inside of his bathroom were covered in paint. His parents came home right about that same time.

Started a lot of fires, only a couple of which got out of control.

When I was about 8 my brother and I used to fill plastic juice bottles with piss and hurl them at cars from behind the bushes. I don't think we ever hit one because I don't remember being chased.

 

[diamonback68]

BB gun fights and the only rule was you couldn't aim at their eyes.

Throw a handful of .22LRs in a fire, run, duck and watch them explode and send pieces flying everywhere.

Anyone remember what we called Mumbledipeg, a game with a knife and your hand?

 

[Brian41]

Well my older cousin taught me how to make a hangman's noose so I made one and strung my younger cousin up with it on a nail in the basement stairs. Trouble was the nail held and his mother had to free him from it.
I got a lecture and learned she was first on the scene when a neighbor child hung himself in a tree. Upset her so bad they had to move and here dumb **** me was stringing up their only child.

 

[bullmack]

When we were about 6-7 friend and I started the woods on fire behind his house. Early teens we had a clubhouse with a pot bellied stove in which we'd toss 22 rounds. (yes there was a fire going) Buddy used his dads reloading gear to load wax bullets and butt shoot us. (yes it left a mark)
Spent most of my summers sleeping out in either tents or one of the two clubhouses in the neighborhood.
3 of us went camping in the mountains. Middle of the night and we are fast asleep in our tent when something stampedes through our campsite. We scramble for our rifles trying to figure out WTH. Next morning we discovered that they were logging in the area with draft horses and two had gotten free and went for a middle of the night run. At least we didn't shoot a horse or each other!

 

[A10]

My childhood was filled with explosions, fire, knives, running bikes off of and into things, jumping off cliffs, marbles, the occasional fight, BB gun wars, bottle rocket wars, and a few things I'm not so sure the statute of limitations has run out on. I think it made me a better cop........

 

[carpriver]

My grandfather was blowing stumps to clear a new field on his farm. During the project my older brother and I heard grandpa and dad talking about dynamiting a lake for fish. I guess it was easier to use dynamite then a fishing lines and bait. Long story short we borrowed a stick of the dynamite and a fuse . We went to the river and decided to see if it worked. I worked very well. killed a bunch of fish made the river a bite deeper there and broke every window in the farm house at grandpa and the neighbor's house. I got my butt whooped good cause I had the matches.

 

[rock doc]

Wow you guys were dangerous. I peed on an electric fence...once.

 

[Arik]

Looked down a barrel of a 22lr rifle while it was loaded and my friend holding the trigger end! :banghead:

BB gun fights! Playing daredevil by riding bikes down hill sides with no hands. Firecracker fights

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[25elk]

In grade school during the 50's (anything under the 9th grade was grade school then) a couple of my buddies from the 7th grade and I put together what we thought would be a giant cherry bomb made from a small juice can. We emptied it through a single hole punched in the top, let it dry completely, filled it with powder taken from shotgun shells, put a fuse from a "T bomb" into it sealed it with wax and used a lit cigarette for a delayed fuse igniter. Put this into a metal trash can in the school yard during morning recess and went back to class. We thought the explosion would be funny. It was WAY MORE than we expected and totally destroyed the trash can and sent shrapnel flying everywhere, some pieces landing over 100 feet away. We were terrified and kept a very low profile the rest of that year. Today we would all be called terrorists...back then it was just a prank. Lucky for us that when the recess bell rang everybody went back to class.

 

[turnerriver]

Basic physics was not my strong suit but I learned a lot when I jumped off a moving camp trailer on a rocky dirt road & my feet failed to keep up with my face.
We started with a few firecrackers in a neighbor's backyard brick BBQ & ended up reducing the whole thing to a pile of rubble. They were not happy.
Regards,
turnerriver

 

[25elk]

Boy this thread really brings back lots of stuff. We made miniature pistols out of bicycle spokes that would fire a single #6 pellet. And guns that would fire marbles out of galvanized pipe with T bombs for a charge. Would put a marble through 1/2" plywood sometimes.

 

[gtk]

Did too many stupid things to write down at one time..

Some that stick out in my mind..
1. Climbing a Silo, and walking around the edge like a tight rope.
2. Tent camping in field with mean brahma bull
3. BB Gun wars, & trusting your cousin who had the pump up pellet rifle to only pump 2 times.
4. Getting your license, and immediately seeing if you could drive the 4x4 through a pond.
5. Almost blowign your head off with a 30-30 because you forgot to let the hammer down after loading.
6. Swimming in a ditch & coming out covered in leaches... Then doing it again.
7. Tent camping in a hayfield, and building campfire around freshly mowed hay.

 

[MH8675309]

Grampa had a shell station and I remember seeing a rubber mallet there. I asked him what it was and he said it was a rubber mallet. I asked if since it was rubber would it bounce and he said well yes. So I drew back and hit the floor as hard as I could and it bounced back and hit me right between the eyes! I guess they really do bounce.

 

[A10]

trusting your cousin who had the pump up pellet rifle to only pump 2 times.

MAJOR mistake there.......

 

[Iggy]

Grew up......

 

[PALADIN85020]

Don't get me started. Young = stupid.

Firing a .22 rifle straight up to see if we could hear where the bullet landed; garbage can lid for a helmet.

Swimming through a quarter-mile-long tubular aquaduct with a flashlight (multiple times).

At age 11, trying to climb a steep slope bordering a freeway; one slip and it could have been adios forever.

On the morning after high-school graduation, driving a '55 Chevy at over 100 miles an hour on a back road just to see if it would go that fast.

Experimenting with new and different ways to utilize cherry bombs - no further comment.

Shooting a pencil out of a buddy's hand with a .22 at 20 feet.

Dating two different girls more or less seriously at the same time during high school.

Jumping off the roof of a garage at age 12 because I wanted to simulate how the paratroopers did it - sans parachute.

The dangerous things I did in later years don't count because I was an adult - calculated risks, you know.

John

 

[Dennis The B]

My stupidity as an eight-year-old very nearly cost me my life.

My brother and I were on the way to school. We got to an intersection, and saw some neighbor friends, with whom we usually walked. Their mother saw us, and waved. In my haste to cross the street, I "jumped" the light, and ran across the intersection, not looking.

Down the street came a semi, trying to make the light. He couldn't stop. I looked in time to turn around, but not run back to the curb.

The semi passed close enough to give my calves rubber burns through my slacks.

He stopped, thinking he had hit me; ran back to check on me; hugged me, and held my hand, walking me back to the sidewalk. Our neighbor was also sure I had been hit, and actually cried, when she saw me still standing, frozen in the intersection.

I didn't think too much about it at the time; but it scares me badly today, even after 58 years.

 

[cobra357]

Let's see... fights with green pine cones and long sandspurs. Putting an emptied out shotgun shell on the end of a BB gun or taking out the primer and smashing it with a rock.

 

[Straightshooter2]

I lived on one side of a through street and most of my friends lived on the other side. Our street which crossed the through street had stop signs and a very steep hill on the other side from my house that flattened out just before you reached the stop sign. We used to love flying down the hill on our bikes. The problem was, we had to stop before we went out into the through street and we were wearing out our back tires by skidding sideways or locking up the brakes. My buddy across the street who had a scientific mind (now a PhD Nuclear Engineering) decided we needed a parachute to stop us short of the through street. So we made one out of old cloth, cords and such. Even made a harness and the ripcord was the cord from an old spinning top. Guess who got to be the test pilot? Yep and the parachute worked perfectly. I pulled the ripcord and I stopped almost immediately. My bike stopped something like two houses beyond the through street. So now my buddy decides the parachute needs to be on the bike. Do you know what happens when a bike stops by parachute and you don't? You end up straddling the handlebar post at a high rate of speed. I don't think I threw up.

CW