Stupid things you did as a kid

We did a lot of crazy things.The pipe bombs were the dumbest.The 13 year old son of my fathers friend was killed by one he set off and that stopped us cold.
 
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STUPID THINGS DONE

starting at app age 3 it only got worse and more expensive with age. 1962 discovered kibble dog food is flammable and almost burned down the kitchen. app 1963 when the Jaguar xke first came out me and a friend painted the neighbors with house paint, he hated kids to begin with. 1964 the perfectly safe air rifle my parents gave me, when plugged with ice put a goose egg on a neighbors kids head, 1968 @ 12 y/o Dad caught me with firecrackers and made me destroy them, I did and put the gunpowder in his ashtray, I still sit kinda weird. how much time ya got?
 
Solid fuel pellets for model rockets (sans the actual model rockets, of course) were risky, but so much fun. Never knew where they would end up once lit. Tied a GI Joe to one once and set it off, shot up about 10 feet, then did about 15 random spirals before slamming into the side of his house and streaming into the woods.
Glue the cone down on those model rockets, stick them in a pvc pipe and now you have a bazooka if you have a buddy who will light the fuse for you. When doing it in the woods... watch out they will bounce off trees and come STRAIGHT back!

Smokey the bear worked overtime in my home town :p
 
Many, many, but here is one: Decided to try playing badminton with a rock. Drilled my pal right in the forehead. Neither his momma, nor mine, was too pleased....
 
When I think back, when I was in Jr. High, I think the dumbest thing was that I didn't pay enough attention to 4 or 5 girls that I remember. I was slow and shy.

Agreed but wish that I would have paid a whole lot more attention to just about EVERY girl I remember.:cool:
 
A friend of mine told me this story: He was trying to charge up a CO2 (i believe) bottle to try to use for a homemade SCUBA tank. He was trying for 3,000psi, but the CO2 bottle wasn't rated for that. He and his Dad put in a door in the basement where the bottle went thru the outside wall.
 
I remember trying out bumper skiing. This involved an inch of snow in the roads of our trailer park and a car you could grab the bumper of and hold on. Lot's of fun but tough on your feet!

We didn't have some of the same things when I was a kid, lets say I grew up around different kids. They drank and smoked pot, I refused to do both so instead of banishing me, they just made me the lookout. Not to mention I didn't have a lot of free time, as I had an after school job from the time I was 12. I used to unload trailers after school at a warehouse and on the weekend helped my stepfather grease and work on his trucks. Then when I was 13 in the summer and on school breaks I would go down to NYC and New Jersey and help unload trailers. I would have to say getting solicited by hookers when I was 13 was a new experience for a small town kid, especially in the way they did it. If it wasn't for my mother I have no doubt that my stepfather would have paid the fee for her and who knows where tha would have led to. So no, I can't say I did some dangerous things, I was just too busy.
 
I held a small bottle rocket in my hand, lit it, and threw it up in the air. Then I (duh!) looked up to see how high it went. At that time, it was screaming back down and popped me square in the middle of my forehead. Darn near knocked me down and left a bump about the size of a golf ball. I was old enough to know better ..... just not smart enough.
 
I blew up a toilet when I was 10. At that time, we had a large bathroom with the old style ceramic hexagonal floor tiles. I decided to put lighter fluid on the floor in different patterns and set it on fire. When I got tired of that, I took some tissues, soaked them in lighter fluid, threw them in the toilet and tossed in a match. BOOM !!! The whole thing ignited with a flame about 7 feet high and then went out as fast as it flashed. Everything looked o.k. until I picked up the toilet seat. The underside was charred like a briquette. The weird thing is my folds never really noticed it and to this day, I can't figure out how they never saw it.
 
I just remembered, I used to set off bottle rockets and firecrackers in my hand. I'd hold the stick of a bottle rocket, light it with a cigarette and off it'd go. I remember one time it shot into my car's open window and exploded inside.
I'd hold firecrackers in my fist and set them off just to show how tough I was. It didn't really hurt, my hand would just go numb for a little while.
 
I just remembered, I used to set off bottle rockets and firecrackers in my hand. I'd hold the stick of a bottle rocket, light it with a cigarette and off it'd go. I remember one time it shot into my car's open window and exploded inside.
I'd hold firecrackers in my fist and set them off just to show how tough I was. It didn't really hurt, my hand would just go numb for a little while.

With all due respect and admiration of your nerve, you were crazy as hell! :D:D
 
I just remembered, I used to set off bottle rockets and firecrackers in my hand. I'd hold the stick of a bottle rocket, light it with a cigarette and off it'd go. I remember one time it shot into my car's open window and exploded inside.
I'd hold firecrackers in my fist and set them off just to show how tough I was. It didn't really hurt, my hand would just go numb for a little while.

BAD TO THE BONE.
 
We were riding along one Christmas and a friend decided to throw a cherry bomb out of the window. Didn't take long to realize he forgot to roll the window down. Bomb hit him in the chest went inside his brand new Christmas jacket and then blew. So much for the jacket not to mention the very large bruise on his chest.
 
One of the neighbor kids had a really old brother, he was probably 20-22 years old. He had bought a surplus 6x6 in the early 50s. He was telling us kids that it had a bulletproof windshield.

You just don't tell a bunch of kids that all have .22 rifles about bulletproof windshields.

We were about 10-12 years old and were spending the night in an old empty house. We had some 3" firecrackers and decided to lie in the ditch and throw them under cars. It was about 10:00 pm and we threw our last firecracker out in front of a slow moving car. It fizzled, the car stopped, it was a sheriffs deputy. He bailed out of that car with a flashlight and his .38 revolver ready. He hollered "come out of there you little SOBs. We got our first ride in a patrol car. Our folks didn't get a very good sleep that night.

Then there was the dynamite story...... When my dad found it under my truck seat it seemed to be leaking some clear liquid.

This was a good thread and now I don't feel so lonely.:)
 
My 2 cousins in the early 60s --gone now-- bought some dynamite which you could buy in Oklahoma at a hardware store & strung them around a large tree in some woods on the edge of the city & a long fuse. When it went off they were at home & helping their parents with the chores. The news paper next day said it was a sonic boom from one of those new fangled jets. I WAS NOT THERE.
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...and anybody who says different is a ******** LIAR!
 
The guy I worked for when I was in college told me that when he was in high school they'd light cherry bombs & flush them down the toilet at school which would cause water to shoot up out of all the toilets in both the men's & women's bathrooms.
 
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