Stupid things you did when you were a kid

[stark]

-there was this house ppl just started to build, only first floor (several rooms), and we played Catch (not with a ball, but chasing eachother, have to touch them and then they chase) on the walls.

We like to call that "Tag"



Anyways, probably my dumbest childhood endeavor would be racing underneath the bleachers during the high school football games in about second grade. There were diagnal crossbars going across and I was in the inside (so lower metal bars) of two 'lanes'... Needless to say, I hit my head against the bar. At first, I was just like "owww, my head hurts" and then Simon, the kid I was racing, was like "uhhh, Adam..." and at that point in time I looked at my hand to see it covered in blood. I started crying and started walking towards my parents when some stranger saw a crying young boy covered in blood and picked me up and ran me to the ambulance (as there was always one right off the field during the football games). I had to get 8 staples, and my hair still doesn't grow where the scar is.

[Da1andonly]

I'm waiting for displaced to notice this thread...haha. He was the most unlucky kid ever. Whenever the two of us would hang out he'd always get hurt by falling, or him trying to show me what he can do but then failing miserably :P


How could I forget how fun it was to burn ants with a magnifier glass? :P

[Kim]

Played hockey in doors, broke a lamp.

Threw tennis balls at each other's crotches and see who can stay alive longest.

[NewbOfTW]

O! i remember one more thing! When i was 10 years old.... i didnt like older chicks, So... when this 14 year old azn chick slapped me...i slapped her back -_-, and we sorta got into this fight in which i lost, i tried kicking her, she grabbed my leg and pulled it... then pinned me down... then i sorta wrestled her.... and in the end.... i lost....and now....i still c her sometimes, we are cool now, and now... i realize.... SHE IS FUCKING HOT, GOD,I MEAN SERIOUSLY, VERY HOT HOT HOT, SHOULD HAVE GRABBED HER BOOBS WHEN WRESTLING, looks sorta like my avatar but less hotter, think she would go out with me?

[SEAL]

In time line:
Cried every night till age 3.
Biked with a "skelter" on the highway at age 4.
Ran (as in, jumping) over moms car's roof at age 5.
Burned down a 4by4 football size "forest" at age 6. (friend got blamed :P)
Got caught stealing candy at age 7 and was brought to the police station.
Little forest #2 at age 7. And #3 actually.

There's wayyyy more. Like spinning the wet tea-bag thrue the house (gives a nice decoration for a few years), using the fire extinguisher in the kitchen, etc.

Puberty was a bit worse, but now I feel bad walking thrue a red light.. seriously.

[PH]

When I was about 4 my grandparents lived on a ranch. On this ranch was a pond where my grandpa and dad would sometimes go fishing. One day they decided to take me with them, so we hopped on the golf cart and off we went to the pond.

Now, the thing about this pond is that it was at the bottom of a fairly steep hill. For whatever reason - I guess it was because the concrete path ended there - my dad decided to park the cart at the top of the hill. I sat in the cart while he and my grandpa headed down to the dock. At this point something apparently told me that it was a good idea to release the cart's parking brake.

Not such a good idea. The cart, with me aboard, took off down the hill and went straight into the pond. Bad news, because I didn't have the slightest clue how to swim. My dad dove off the dock... and attempted to save the golf cart, leaving my grandpa to jump in after me. I don't think my grandpa ever let either one of us live that down.

[Shan]

I actually messed up my room by hammering walls lol. Mom didnt like me too much when she saw the walls.

[Galleleo]

I used to be fond of pushing buttons, and I have set off multiple alarms.

I took the parking brake off the car once and it rolled out of the garage like somewhat on the street and I didn't know how to get it back inside, I tried pushing, but the garage was just a bit higher then the street and I couldn't get it over the bump.

Used to play indoor football with my brother with a tennisball, which we did in the hallway, and the door to the livingroom was a goal, that made quite a bit of noise.

Broken a few windows by kicking footballs through it.

[Ephemeral]

If you wanted to hang with us, you had to go through an initiation. We would take you out one night and get you drunk. After blind-folding you and tying you up, we would take you to the rail road tracks. Once there, we would tie you to the tracks and run away.
After a while, you would hear the train in the distance, usually a few miles away. As the train got closer, you would start yelling for help. We would still be lying low and not letting you know that we were close by. When the train was about ¼ mile away, you would really start to freak out. Still we would not say a word. With the train about 100 yards away, we had some kids pissed themselves. As the train came very close, the kid tied to the track could feel it’s approach through the ground and track vibration. If you have ever been very close to a train, you know just how big and loud they are.
The rest of us would sit in bushes and be laughing our asses off. The kids on tied to the track would only know after the train raced past their heads that they were actually tied to the never-used spur track, not the main track a few feet away.

Of course this was a better initiation than getting the kid drink, tying him up naked, and then throwing him into the local biker bar.

[PjOtTeR]

When I was like three, I was sitting on the back of my mothers bike when I accidently hit the poles in the wheel with my foot... It made a funny noise like ruuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr... So i kept putting my foot between those poles of the wheel, till eventually my foot got stuck and I went AAAAAAAAAAAH WEEEEEEEH.... and broke my foot/leg...

My parents have been on the black list for child abuse for a short period cause I attended the doctor a lot of times with bruises and broken stuff and such...
Then the Doctor saw me at meeting hour and I was climbing through my chair and falling and like trying every possible thing I could think of my parents where soon removed from the list...

When I was like 7 we would always go out and make fires and such, never seriously burnt something though...

When I was like 10 We were playing soccer on the camping we were staying at ( the recreation team arranged some sort of tournament)... I kicked my brother a broken leg without noticing and then scored a goal, as I was cheering I noticed everyone was looking at my brother and how he got hurt, I felt kinda egocentric at that point...

Also Around the age of 10 we always would go out to catch frogs... to then pin their cheeks with a needle when the frogs would blow up their cheeks(not sure if this is the right word, probably not)...

Put lotsa animals in my brothers/sisters meals and such
And on camps and such I did the usual stuff like: Putting toothpaste on peoples faces, or putting their hands in water etc.

One other time, me and a friend where really annoyed with this guy, so we used a rope to attach him to a tree, and as he was sitting there we were hitting him and mostly annoying him with sticks and such...

I've pissed on nearly everything you can think of... in the chimney of some house you could easily access the rooftop of ( we used to hang out there )

I've broken multiple windows with playing soccer... once even threw a "Jeu de Boule" Ball through the window of some friend because I was really mad.

Also when I replied to this I had one great story to top that all and to be safed till last, but I cannot think of it anymore which is seriously shitty but will be posted as soon as I think of it...

[Ronn]

Used to play indoor football with my brother with a tennisball, which we did in the hallway, and the door to the livingroom was a goal, that made quite a bit of noise.

I still do that!

[Displaced]

oh christ what a thread...

ive got trauma from all my dumb shit, many broken bones/ligaments, public embarrassments, close calls.. you name it, ive done it

ive frolicked in a hobo piss fountain, fallen out of trees, jumped into things, faceplanted into concrete off my bike...

its a miracle im not completely disfigured

-decided to one up da1 in some gay ass "balance along this ledge game".. doublebackflip into a pool of rancid piss....

-decided to one up da1 in some gay ass "balance along this rope game".. faceplant out of a treehouse...

-decided to one up da1 in some gay ass "king of the jungle gym game".. testicleplant onto metal pole...

-decided to bike down the biggest hill i could find as fast as i could, hit a manhole cover at the bottom, flew over the handlebars, faceplanted the concrete, slid (on my face) a good few metres, had no more skin on my forhead and nose... GG ME!

da1 can fill in the details..

[stark]

Not such a good idea. The cart, with me aboard, took off down the hill and went straight into the pond. Bad news, because I didn't have the slightest clue how to swim. My dad dove off the dock... and attempted to save the golf cart, leaving my grandpa to jump in after me. I don't think my grandpa ever let either one of us live that down.

You know you're loved when your dad goes to save replacable equipment over his own son

[Jeenyuss]

i didn't know disp and da1 were friends irl.

[Galleleo]

I think that they are cousins.

One time it snowed, and we had this hill in a forest nearby, and we would always go their and slide off the hill on our sleds. I was about 6 and I would go together with my dad, so we did. And then I was like: k I can do it on my own now. So I did, and it kept going faster and faster and I didn't know how to brake, so I made a nice little salto with the sled and end up near a tree. Luckily for me the sled hit the tree and I just missed it.

Other time I went down a waterslide that went vertically down for a while but I didn't know. So suddenly I just dropped a couple of meters straight down and hit my head on the slide. So when I finally was down my heart hurted but I was like, mwah. Until some guy went: Dude, you're bleeding. And I always hated getting stitches, my mom used to always patch all my cuts up with these small bandages thingies. But we tried everything and it wouldn't stick so I had to go get stitches.

At primary school, we would always play games during our breaks, and whoever reached the pole last would have to be it in whatever we were doing. So everyday it would be a race to the pole. And it was a pole where you could hang a net on, for like volleybal. So I was running, then someone made me trip and I landed on one of those out sticking round things just above my eye, just below my eyebrow. I nearly took out my eye there.