I was a very strange child. You know that fine line between bravery and stupidity? I walked that line.
One of the times where I crossed that line came with the purchase of a beanbag chair by my parents. Beanbag chairs are very bad things to have around children.
It was a very nice beanbag chair too… nice 70’s orange. Leather. Pretty comfy from what I remember, which isn’t much, given that I was 3.
So anyways, one day I was left alone in the same room as the beanbag chair. So, being the inquisitive sort I was, I started picking at it, and found a cleverly concealed zipper.
It was no time at all before I had made a small pile of beans in the corner. Just enough to make room for myself inside. I still am not sure how I closed the zipper. What I do remember is that once I started moving around inside, I lost track of where the zipper was.
At this point I’m pretty fuzzy… I am told that the only reason I was found was that I had been “too quiet”. I got a pretty good scolding for my adventure, but given that I was 3, I got a pretty good scolding for about anything I did.
he he he MadPoet I thought that I was a strange child.
Thank you so much for being found and being able to live and brighten my day today.
I am soooo amused
Don’t be doin that again ok…he he he
“Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are a good person is like expecting a bull not to attack you because you are a vegetarian.” Dennis Wholey
Miss Davis never had to try to kill herself, she had siblings to do it for her.
I have a sister who is 10 years older than I. When I was 3 and she was a wise 13, we happened to be living in a house with an upstairs, downstairs, and a basement. There was a laundry chute from the upstairs all the way down to the basement, which fascinated us. She convinced me that landing in the pile of dirty clothes at the bottom would soften the fall enough that I wouldn’t be hurt, then helped me headfirst down the chute.
We actually did this about 5 times in a row before parents became aware that one kid keeps appearing from below, but she never passed by going the other direction. As I recall, my sister actually got in trouble for that one, and I just got sent to play someplace away from her for a few hours.
You have to try on this badge so the Ugliness Man can decide if you’re just as embarassing as we think; we have to be sure about this…
Hehehehehe! Thanks, MadPoet! I enjoyed that story, it explains a lot about you now, don’t you think?
As I posted in another thread, when I was in the 3-5 age range, I thought that the whole world was level ground. To keep me alive long enough to learn differently, my parents would tie a rope around my waist, and the other end around the waist of usually my Dad, or sometimes my Mom.
Like the time I wanted to get a closer view of the Grand Canyon. I just climbed under the safety fence and leaned over the edge. Not being a good judge of distance at the time, I leaned too far, and found myself suddenly dangling over the edge with a bird’s eye view of it. Good thing that my dad was on the right side of the fence at the time. He was able to hang onto me long enough to get some help.
I just laughed at the whole thing, and asked if I could do it again, it was fun! I have no idea how I managed to survive my childhood.
You are more than a human being, you are a human becoming.
Og Mandino
That’s my name, not a description. I am neither purple nor a bear. Okay, so I’m purple.<a true Wally original!>
I used to live in a farming town. 'Nuff said, right?
Oh, all right. Six years old, out with my dad in the fields, I thought it would be fun to play by the canal. Sploosh.
(Amazingly enough, I managed to climb out by myself after I fell in. Poor dad almost had a coronary.)
And don’t remind me of the time I fell into a haystack. Into as in between the bales.
(I only went in a few inches over my head and managed to climb out on my own, thank God. The stack was about ten feet tall at the point I fell into it. . . had I fallen to the ground I might have been suffocated.)
Man, was I stupid.
– Sylence
I don’t have an evil side. Just a really, really apathetic one.
I didn’t do anything spectacularly stupid, but I did have a tendency to lead with my head. I don’t remember, but my mom claims I had a half-dozen concussions as a young child.
Yes, now you know…
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
As a child I was fascinated by water, bodies of water - ponds, streams, puddles, swimming pools, you name it, I would drink from it Creek running through a cow pasture? I was there. Birdbath? I was there. Water gushing down the street gutters into a manhole after a rainstorm? My aunt has a picture of me, age 5, on my hands and knees lapping up dirty water like a dog.
I had just seen a cartoon, I think it was Bugs Bunny, he saved himself while falling off of a cliff, by pulling out of his ‘pocket’ an umbrella, opening it and floating gently down.
Well, I was six and thought I’d give it a try, but having no handy dandy cliffs around, I decided off the top of the garage would be just as effective, except that the umbrella broke, and I got spanked, hey! No fair, who spanks Bugs Bunny???
Judy
“Muck should replace ‘suck’. For ‘muck’ is yucky, while ‘suck’ feels very lucky. So, don’t stay stuck on suck, switch to MUCK, today.”
I personally am not impressed by suicide attempts - if you attempt it right you succeed. If you don’t do it right, well, geez . . . I suppose you are inordinately stupid.
I , however, do not advocate suicide, it is a cowards way out.
Duh.
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NothingMan - read the OP - you just made yourself look very stupid.
As for me, I was a climber. The one I remember was Thanksgiving Day when I was in third grade. I climbed a chest of drawers while Mom was making dinner. I got nearly to the top, then fell off, backwards and hit the back of my head on the bedpost. Had to go to the hospital and we had burgers at a local burger spot for thanksgiving. Note that this is the only one I remember. Mom says every time she called our pediatrician (I have one brother) he would ask “What has Zyada done this time?”
I also remember climbing on top of the neighbor’s garage on a regular basis.
I do not merely dance. I bewitch. I seduce. I enchant and I bewilder. Throw money.
(Gee, Wally must have seen me dance!)
I don’t remember how old I was, but I couldn’t have been more than three or so, as I was about eye level with the wall outlets.
My mother had told me to bring her tweezers back to her room. I remember very clearly thinking the tweezers looked like they should go into the outlet, so being an inquisitive child, I decided to give it a try.
My next memory after that decision was me crying in my mothers arms, with all the lights in the house having gone out.
I was the klutz of the family, so much so that the local hospital knew, that when i was coming in, to get the sutures ready.(I think they even named a wing of the hospital after me)
Let’s see, the time my mother found me on the bottom of a 1 foot swimming pool.
Running into my brother’s bike with my bike, and cutting my chin open like a banana on a cement step.
Helping my dad dig a post hole, falling into this hole, and of course finding the only piece of old pole left in the ground(cut my leg open)
Running into a pair of numchucks with my head, and getting my head cut open.
Getting hit by a car in high school, and having the police give me a ticket for disrupting traffic. And a bunch of other stuff that would be too long to list
Hand me that wrench. No, the one that looks like a hammer.
Sig Courtesy of Walley
I always kept trying to drown myself for some reason. I got sucked up by the ocean in Maine( stranger grabbed me ), fell into the B&O Canal( got out by myself )and one time, on a dock, I politely stepped back to let someone else by. Right into the lake. My dad got me by the hair, that time. The one I remember most is when I tried to blow myself up. I found an old powder horn in the attic of my grandfather’s cottage in Maine, full of black powder. Having seen many educational cartoons, I know that when you light gunpowder, it burns in an amusing manner like a fuse, so I wrote my name in the street with the powder and lit it. Um, gunpowder explodes!. I spent my whole summer vacation under a hat or umbrella protecting the first and second degree burns on my face.
Zyada : why yes I am an idiot thank you very much. No really I mean it, flat out dunderheaded.
Actually I have a bit of clausterphobia, and I have to say that OP scared the hell out of me. I would have been scarred for life MadPoet. Hey . . . is that where the “Mad” comes from ?
Now you know to take my sig seriously.
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I found a used BB gun in the trash & I walked on the way home with it & a buncha cops & such with all their fancy guns & stuff showed up, not very thrilled at all…
My first brush with death wasn’t even my fault. I was three years old, standing in someone’s front yard and minding my own business. Our friend’s dog, a big ol’ thing, comes running up to me and puts its paws on my shoulders. Over I go and WHAM! into a brick wall. The scar on the back of head didn’t go away until I was a teenager.
The next one was purely my fault. I was at a genius summer camp (yes I was! really!) at a college in SW Louisiana. Some other hi-Q kids and I were hanging out before class in the chem lab. The lab came equipped with gas jets for Bunsen burners, and we used to amuse ourselves by turning them on for a second or two. One jr. Einstein dares me to stay in the room by myself and turn on all the gas jets, which I stupidly proceeded to do. I remember seeing their amazed/appalled faces through the door windowpane as I sat there like an idiot. Nothing happened to me, but I did find out later that they had to evacuate the building, cos they thought there was a gas leak…
