Stupid things you did as a kid

[WC145]

Spring 1969...... I had sold Christmas cards door to door the previous Novemberand got enough points to get one of those cheesy fiberglas recurve bow and arrow sets from the prize catalog. When the snow melted me and a friend took it out in the back field.....

"Hey!! Betcha can't hit me with an arrow from way over there!"

Twangggg...

"AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! My leg!!"

Yeah. Still got the scar to show for that one. Did plenty of other stupid stuff but I'm reminded of that one every time I put my pants on.

 

[gunfan]

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........

S#it, oh dear! Did we live in the same neighborhood?

LOL!

Scott

 

[Hillbilly77]

I have a nice scar on my hand from proving to a cousin that my BB gun wasn't loaded.

 

[CW Spook]

Ahhh yes...high-school chemistry class. Anyone else ever hear of nitric-tri-iodide??

 

[Old TexMex]

Kozmic...

Did your chicken die too?

 

[DR505]

I remember crossing a river on the underside of a train trestle...almost lost my grip when a freight train went over the top at 50 mph and I was over the middle of the river at the time. And that was mild compared to some of my other stunts.

 

[snubbyfan]

We played a game we called javelin catch. We would use those bicycle flags and fling them at eachother. The idea was to move as little as possible to avoid being hit. One boy didn't move quite enough and it hit him on the cheek bone right below his eye. He was ok but raised such a fuss he got us all in trouble.

 

[westcoast362]

When I was 12 or 13 I got on a trampoline with a bowling ball. It was cool as long as we were both going up and down at the same time, however, the ball and I soon got out of sync.

 

[S&WIowegan]

I did plenty of stupid dangerous stuff, but we were sort of scared straight by a classmate's disaster.

The kid decided to make napalm with gasoline and flour. Somehow he ignited it and self-immolated fatally. Ran up from the basement screaming and burning!

Our parents did not hesitate to traumatize our tender little psyches big time with all the horrible details.

That didn't stop us from burning down an old shack with Molotov cocktails years later. The Hungarians were using them on Russian tanks so we needed to try it too.

 

[tweedman]

Not going there. Suprised I'm still here!

 

[kozmic]

Kozmic...

Did your chicken die too?

Nope but there was a regrettable incident with a duck I won at the local carnival

 

[carpriver]

17 years old, two buddies and me thought it would be cool to the tube the 35 miles of the St. Clair river, from Port Huron MI Michigan to Harsen's Island Michigan. The St. Clair River is use by the lake freighters 500-1000ft long and drawing water from the shore out about 10 to 100 ft. depending on if the boat is loaded or not. It is now illegal to tube the river. The water temp never get above 50 degrees. The coast guard did give the 3 of us a free ride home. I lived on Harsen's Island as a teenager.

 

[Kanewpadle]

Man, some of you guys were bad, bad, bad! Makes me realize that my childhood was perfectly normal.

Yup, had rock fights, crab apples fights, BB gun fights, and ice ball fights. Yes we put them in the freezer first.

I set my bed on fire at the age of five while playing with matches.

Got my hand stuck in the ringer of one of those old open top washing machines. Almost lost my hand.

Fell out of a tree house and broke my ankle.

Got suspended from school for lighting firecrackers INSIDE!!

Took my moms car for a joy ride and got caught.

Ran head on into a tree with my dads snowmobile.

Drove my dirt bike off a cliff. If I hadn't been wearing a helmet I won't be here right now.

Drove my first car too fast on the ice. Rolled my VW bug on it's top and slid backwards through a red light.

Yup, I was normal. I think.

 

[vytoland]

we would go to the grocery store, buy a bag of whole dried peas. bring them and a straw and sit in the balcony of the picture show and blow peas at the back of the heads of the folks sitting below.

about a mile down the road, there was a farm field next to the railroad tracks. in the autumn, the pumpkins were ripe for picking. we would sneak in, pick a few, climb up to the bridge that went over the railroad tracks and see who could get their pumpkin to land directly on the smoke stack of the passing train.

file pennies down to the size of a dime, take them to the arcade in the bowling alley and play the pinball machines.

 

[forindooruseonly]

I had always thought I did really dumb, dangerous and incredibly fun things as a child, and I always wondered why my father never got overly mad about the things that weren't actually "life-threatening" in the truest sense of the phrase. Then my grandmother started telling me stories of what my father used to do.....

I did manage to hospitalize myself on numerous occasions.

I'm surprised no-one has admitted to putting .22 shells in straws and throwing them in the air. Or at things. Or people....

Unfortunately, my classic dumb moment was an attempt to make a firework of suitable size to satiate my desire for something really impressive, then not testing the burn rate of the fuse... that earned me an extended medical leave from 6th grade.

 

[TACC1]

All that stuff we did is a "rite-of-passage" of growing up.
The world is so sanitized now that you wonder how the
current crop of kids will survive. They aren't allowed to
do anything.
If you don't push your luck, how do you know your
own limitations?
You'd probably get thrown in jail for cherry bombs and M-80's
nowdays. How do you know whether you can ride no-handed
backwards down a hill. It made us, as adults, smarter.
JMHO, TACC1.

 

[MajorDude]

Whoa good thread! One of the best scars I ever got was from playing chicken on bicycles. Nobody chickened out! Took several stitches to close my knee where the axle of my bike went into it.

In grade school we had epic dirt clod wars on the cliffs overlooking the James River in VA. They normally ended when somebody had to go home for medical treatment.

Can't count the fireworks, fires and explosions.

In college, I hitchhiker home over 200 miles each way every other weekend before I had a car. That was risky and would be riskier now.

Been shot multiple times with BB guns, but I have yet to point a gun at a person.

 

[MajorDude]

Another good one. We used to play mumbltypeg with jack knives taking turns throwing them at each other's toes. Paid to wear heavy leather shoes to school!

 

[cowboy45]

When I was 12 or 13 I got on a trampoline with a bowling ball. It was cool as long as we were both going up and down at the same time, however, the ball and I soon got out of sync.

HAHAHAHAHAHAA!LOL! Rothfflmao!

 

[cowboy45]

HAHAHAHAHAHAA!LOL! Rothfflmao!

Beats what I was going to post. LOL!!!