Embarassing things you did as a kid

This has prolly been done before, but what the hey. I was reminded of this tonight while wathcing “I Love the 70s” on VH1. Now, I was about 10 or 11 at the height of the disco craze. I was going to a dance at school. My first dance! Disco! Yay! I was set, decked out in my lime green polyester blazer, shoes with a bit of a lift ( 4 inches? 8? God, who even knows? ) bell bottom pants, even a shirt that was unbuttoned to expose my (smooth) manly chest. Look in the mirror-stylin! I’m ready to go!.

But wait…something’s missing…

AH-HA! I need some jewelry around my neck! Unfortunately, I don’t have any, but damn it, I want some. What to do, what to do… I get a brilliant idea! I went and ( I still can’t believe I did this, 25 years later I’m sitting here laughing my ass off, out loud, at how stupid I was, I can’t tell this story without having hysterics ) I took the chain off of the rubber stopper for the tub!!! ( Thank God I left the stopper itself at home. Hmm, if I did it again now, I’d wear the stopper ) Looping it around my neck, I connected the ends and viola! 1 necklace! Off I went to the dance, absolutely convinced that I was cooler than penguin shit.

So, now you know. What are some of your stories?

At the age of three, my parents defined sex as “hugging and kissing someone you love very much.” End of definition.

This lead me to state that I wanted to have sex with Micky Mouse. I still hear the horrid tale at family gatherings. cringe

Hah. My necklace of paper clips that I used to wear iceskating beats your plug chain.

I’d pull my shorts into my ass crack and go walking around public (malls, parks, grocery stores). I can’t think of any apparent reason for why i did that–you should have asked me 15 years ago.

I used to fart at family occaisions… and tell people it was “my secret weapon”…

now I do the same thing… I just add… “of mass destruction”
:wink: no not really… but I think I should…

SlickRoenick, that’s hilarious!

I remember informing my entire class and teacher (when I was about 6 or 7) that I really really wanted a pair of fake boobies for my birthday.

Smooth.

I found a (chicken) egg outside, and tried to hatch it. I made a nest and everything. Not being a very graceful child, though, I ended up with egg on my shorts.

I loved to get naked (at the age of 4 or 5) and sit in mom’s mixing bowl on the carpet and spin in circles really fast…

When I was 4 or 5, I’d often don a pair of rubber ducky galoshes when I was going shopping with my Mom. Only thing was, I’d wear them with shorts/tank top AND wear a pair of plastic vampire teeth. Made for some…interesting…photo entries in the family album…
[sub]I only went downhill from there.[/sub]

lol slortar. That’s cute!

I used to make magazines. I guess what I was making were 'zines without even knowing that term existed. They were filled with cartoons, jokes, and stories, all “homemade”. I got it into my head that I should charge money for these 'zines and that’s when my friends stopped reading them.

That’s not so bad, but I cringe at what the content probably was. I was 8 or 9 at the time. I hope no one has any of them lurking in a box in their basement or something. Ugh.