It’s a big firecracker that looks like a 1 1/2" stick of dynamite. Some of them are waterproof, which opens up a whole new range of applications.
“It was an accident! - we were throwing pebbles up in the air and the car just drove underneath, honest!”
Sure.
We never threw rocks at cars but did hit more than a few with mudclods, SuperBalls and snowballs. We’d fill a trashcan half full of water, lean it against someone’s front door, ring the doorbell and run. We built a dummy person, clothed it and made it look like someone hanged themselves from the tree in our front yard. Many coins were flattened on the RR tracks and we’d run along the car tops as they departed the RR yard. Used to get a ladder and unscrew glass insulators from the poles. Good Lord, I hope they were telephone lines and not electric. Anything that moved we’d shoot at with bottle rockets.
Is there any childless person who still envisions having kids after reading this thread?
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I never did anything as dangerous as that as a kid. But I have had stones thrown at my car by kids a couple of years ago. Broke a headlamp. I have also seen kids lurking with intent on a footbridge over the A5 which is essentially a motorway with cars driving by at 80-90 mph. I think running the risk of actually killing someone goes a bit beyond obnoxious.
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A few years ago there was a case here were some… some,well I really don´t want to get into swearing yet, hung a rock on a string bellow a bridge, a bus hit it and the driver was injured, lost control of the vehicle crashed and rolled over; a few passengers died, one is still going around on a wheelchair. What did the youthful prankers do when they saw the results of their little game?
THEY FUCKED PLUNDERED THE SCATTERED LUGGAGE!!! :mad:
Not that I ever did this, but hasn’t anyone ever Toilet Papered a tree before?
We snuck into our Jr. High one evening through an unlocked window. Quiet at first, we realized we were all alone when one guy jumped onto the trampoline and started to bounce. His head hit a metal bar someone had apparently put there to jump over, propelling it half way across the gym and landing with a tremendous clatter, matched only by his screams of pain. When nobody came to investigate we realized we had the dark school to ourselves and all hell broke loose. We took the water shooting fire extinguishers off the walls and had this big game of war for the next hour, hiding, running up and down the dark halls soaking each other, putting soap from the bathrooms in the hall puddles so the other team would slip, etc. Great fun for 14 year olds.
We kept a couple of the extinguishers and would refill them with water and pressurized air at the gas station and from our car spray pedestrians in the crotch after luring them close with the pretext of giving us directions.
Little hellions we were. I’m sooo gonna pay for it when I have a son.
That story about the crashed bus is awful…and that the pranksters turned looters despite the fatalities is worse still. 
I was a victim of such kids’ “pranks” myself. About 20 years ago we lived in a suburban area in south Torrance, CA. I had parked my car a block away because our street was being swept. When I came back there were holes in the windshield. I asked around and eventually identified the kids who had done it. There was about $180 worth of damage to the windshield and I collected half from the parents of each of the two kids (one kid was present–the parents said “That was money we were going to use for your new bike.”)
I’ve done a lot of inane and even illegal stuff as a kid, living in Florida.
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Throwing stones off of overpasses at trucks. Not pebbles. Not rocks. STONES. Like the stones that gave measure to the English unit of weight stones.
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Catching fish and other sea creatures, feeding them firecrackers, lighting the fuses, and throwing them back. (To be honest, I just watched this one.)
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Smoking weed. Lots of weed.
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Underage drinking.
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Setting bonfires.
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BMX bike racing thru mangrove swamps.
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Trespassing in vacant and abandoned buildings.
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Having sex in vacant and abandoned buildings (older children that is).
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Smoking weed and setting bonfires and racing BMX bikes and having sex, all in vacant and abandoned buildings.
Did I mention that Florida has a lot of undersupervised children and teenagers?
Childhood animal torture is a distasteful subject we must not discuss. Good heavens, no.
But bughunter reminded me of the wonderful bottle rocket fights of yore, and also “bottle rocket roulette,” in which you toss a bottle rocket spinning into the air so that, when the fuse reaches the business end, you have no idea which direction it will fly.
I also remember smoking weeds. Not weed, but actual weeds, which we would roll in plain paper.
We also enjoyed hanging around construction sites after hours, not to cause damage so much as to perform stunts, such as balancing atop unfinished second-story walls, etc.
My friend had a game called “Pudgy Bunny” which involved stuffing large marshmallows into your mouth one at a time, saying “Pudgy Bunny” with each marshmallow, and seeing how many you could fit. It’s a wonder none of us choked.
Then there was the time we stuck our gum to the lid on her neighbor’s mailbox, so that it was sealed shut.
Well, why should Florida be different from anyplace else?
Judge Judy often bawls parents out for letting their kids do stuff like this.
That’s the easy part. The hard part is when it gets to a regular court or a real jail. And I’m talking about the parents winding up in jail because of what their kids have done. :mad:
On the same street with the shtick about the telephone poles, I prowled around a construction site across the street from our house.
I got too close to a balanced, long two-by-six. The close end flew up and uppercutted me on the chin! I stayed away from construction sites for a long time after that.
Ah Yes the days of my youth
I remember well the time we discovered that jello was fun, especially when you placed it into water balloons and through at your neighbors during Halloween.
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Let them? Yes, I see. You obviously do not have kids yet.
I was just coming in here to say that it certainly makes for great birth control. I worry enough when my husband is up on a ladder, and he has brains.
Scarlett, childfree by choice
Great ideas, just fantastic…
What?
:: files away idea for future use ::
This reminds me of a recent news story in Melbourne. Some teens at a party were throwing tomatoes at passing cars. Unfortunately for them, one of the drivers went and gathered three carloads of their own friends and went back to the party and trashed the place. They attacked some of the partygoers and caused about $10,000 worth of damage. The parents were away for the weekend and had no idea that a party was even going on at their house. Oops.
As for me, I was always a very good kid, and too afraid of the consequences to try anything dangerous. The worst thing I did was prank calling and the doorbell thing (we called it knick knocking), but I’d feel guilty for hours afterwards.
Man, that had me laughing. We used to lean on the window and “fake sleep” with a finger up our nose. Whoever was sitting on the other side would describe the reaction.
We also used to pretend like we were beating the crap out of each other. (this would be in the back seat, passing someone on the interstate)
Other things. . .
Throwing “dirt bombs” at cars.
“Nicker Knocking” is what we called ring-and-run and there was a lady who sicced her dog on us.
One time we built a wall of snow across our dead-end road and waited to see a car blast through it. What happened instead? A little old lady who lived down the street had to get out of her car and knock down parts of it to get through.
We also used to lay on the side of the road and lay our bikes near us, then take off when a car stopped.
Also, we’d squat on opposite sides of the road and when a car came, we’d mime picking up a rope and pulling it tight.
I smashed tons of pumpkins. To this day, I don’t really know what to do with a pumpkin if it doesn’t get smashed. At what point do you “take down the pumpkin”?