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Well, this is more of a stupid thing I did to someone else. My brother and I were living in a burgeoning new subdivision, with lots of construction. We convinced a friend that if he jumped off the roof of a two story house onto a pile of sand he would be okay. We even went so far as to say that we’d done it.
He wasn’t okay. Broken leg.
I remember little after the whipping my dad gave us.
Another of our favorites was to sneak over to a park where couples would park and make out (am I dating myself, do people still make out in cars?). My brother, friends, and I would do neat stuff like throw fire crackers under the cars, set cans full of rubber cement on fire, egg the cars…the list goes on and on.
One night we got really creative. The road into the best “parking” area only had one entrance and one exit. We went around the recreation area and took trash cans and picnic tables and filled the road with them, blocking in the couples. We sat down in a nearby tree line to watch the ensuing fun.
It was dark, the moon was sleeping, and we saw a car come from the entrance, stop in the road, and someone get out to start moving stuff from the road. Being total geniuses, we started shouting such witticisms as “Hey A$$hole, have a little car trouble?” That’s when the officer yanked otu his flashlight and chased us down. Well one of us, a friend, the rest of us escaped. The friend confessed (of course) and we spent the next three weekends picking up trash in the park.
lauramarlane–that sounds INCREDIBLY painful!Owch!
But it does remind me of another incredibly stupid thing I did as a kid.
We had a sapling…well…ok…the tree was more like 3 or 4 years old but hardly big enough to withstand the weight of a 11 year old like I was at the time.I decided I would play “Tarzan” and swing around on the branches of the baby tree. I swung onto one of the lower branches,which wasn’t quite strong enough to hold me and CRACKit snaps off and I land flat on my back on the cruel, hard ground.I’m surprised I didn’t dislocate my shoulders or get a concussion from that. All I got was a really BIIIIIG bump on the noggin and a pretty fierce headache.
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Whoops, I did some cleaning up and forgot to come back and change the link:
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Oh I just remembered one.
When I was about four years old, my parents took me to a wedding reception - they were up on the dancefloor and I decided to get something to drink, so I sneaked around the place taking sips from unattended glasses, not knowing that they contained all kinds of alcoholic stuff. I eventually collapsed, hitting my head on a table as I fell. My parents rushed me to hospital, unconscious, thinking I had simply fallen over and knocked myself out. I think they got into quite a bit of trouble when it turned out that they had let me get drunk.
Oh, and for the record, the flames got WAY bigger than that, but that frame made the best picture where you could make out santa’s features.
Ahhh Mangetout, drinking at the wedding reception brings one to mind for me as well.
When my mom remarried I was 5. At the wedding reception my mom let me have a sip of champagne. I liked it. A lot. i spent the rest of the reception sneaking around and drinking out of people’s glasses when they weren’t looking or had set them down. I ended up puking on the dance floor.
I think my step dad realized that this was most definitely the image of things to come.
ah, christ. you all bring back so many great memories. I cant even begin to list all of the crazy shit thats happened, but here are a couple gems.
My friend adam and i, when we were about 16, were playing with flammable aerosols and lighters in his garage, when we dicovered carbuerator cleaner. turns out, you spray it on the ground and light it, it will burn for several minutes. Being the immature kids we were, we decided it would be funny to see swear words in three-foot, flaming lettering in his driveway. Well, we forgot that his driveway was blacktop, not concrete, and that it melts at relatively low temperatures. Imagine explaining and eight foot long four letter word melted 3 inches deep into your friends parents driveway. not fun.
Another time, at the same house, we took the handlebars off his brothers bike, which were hollow, and open at both ends. we poured gas in, so that the dip in the middle was filled with about 8 oz. of gasoline. We were hoping in some way that a convection current (i dont know, we were 15) would pull vaporized gas through across a lighter held at one end. Well, that didnt work so well.so we took his dads air compressor, and attached a hose and air nozzle to the front of it, taped it in one end of the handlebars, and made sure we opened the garage door, as not too burn it. i then pointed the open end of the handlebars out the garage door, and got ready. now, we knew a lighter wouldnt work, the force would just blow the flame out, so we used a blowtorch. Held the flame in front of our “barrel”, and flipped the valve on the compressor. Now, we thought this would cause a stream of fire. Rather, with all that air rushing through, it pushed ALL the gasoline out the end at once, causing a 4 foot-diameter fireball that traveled about twenty feet before it hit…adams moms car, who had just turned the corner to pull into the garage. Imagine the look on her face. Imagine the look on OUR face. we ran further that day than we’ve ever ran in our lives.
Hmm. I used to befriend snails when I was (ahem) quite young. I would put them in my pockets and carry them around with me for the pleasure of their company.
On several occasions my mother discovered this after she’d washed my pants. Oops.
ROTFLMAO*
Thanks for the laugh guys,especially YOU,McSpon.
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DanWPsl - that was awesome. Both stories. Fire. Awesome.
To this day, I still have barren eyebrows from an incident when I was 6:
Mom was changing a fuse that had blown when we plugged in the Christmas tree lights (this was back before circuit breakers). I didn’t want to wait for her, so I plugged the lights back in while she was changing the fuse. Blue flames shot out of the socket, burning my hand and half of my face, and singing off most of my hair, my eyelashes (they grew back), and my eybrows (they didn’t really grow back). Mom came running upstairs because I had screamed. She could smell burning child and asked what had happened (I think her words were a bit more expressive and probably profane). I told her my brother did it! (As if the burns, singed hair, and blackened face didn’t give me away).
Other things that make me wonder how I ever reached adulthood:
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Playing chicken with the garage door: we’d hit the button to close the door then see who was the last person who dared to roll underneath. This was one of the first automatic openers, and it didn’t have the laser trigger that would stop it if something were underneath. Nor did it open automatically if it hit something. I did get stuck under that door a couple of times! Later I heard about kids and pets getting crushed under garage doors. But we kept playing the game.
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Learning to pop wheelies on my bike right next to a barbed wire fence. Those scratches were something to see!
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Hanging a bag full of towels and swimming suits from my bike handle bars on the way home from the neighborhood pool. The bag got caught in the bike’s front wheel. The bike stopped immediately. I, however, continued in a most graceful arch over the handlebars to be depositted on the pavement. Skidded for several yards. Again, the scratches were something to see!
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Dug caverns and caves in the piles of snow left by the plows (this was in Michigan and we got a lot of snow–those piles were huge). We played many games in those caves until one day the darn thing collapsed just after we left. No way we could have gotten out if we’d been in there.
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Stole the keys to my mother’s '78 Chevette and drove it through the neighbor’s corn fields. I was 14 at the time. Couldn’t figure out how mom knew that night that we’d been bad till I saw the corn stalks stuck under the car!
Surprisingly, I made it to adulthood with only singed eyebrows and no other scars!
My sisters and I didn’t often do dangerous things as kids - we had neighbour boys for that! When we were young, we still had outhouses behind the houses. It wasn’t very hard to talk the boys into riding their bikes across a plank laid between the roofs of the outhouses. Besides, what kind of person puts two outhouses 6 feet apart and then expects kids not to play on them? I’m sure all of our parents were glad when the town finally got indoor plumbing. Come to think of it, it wasn’t hard to talk the neighbour boys into anything. I’m sure their parents were glad when my sisters and I moved away in Grade 8.
Now, if we were talking about stupid things done as a young adult…
My best friend had these two cats when we were growing up. We had heard the rumor that cats always land on their feet…
Put two and two together and you have two dazed and disgrunted cats sitting at the bottom of my friend’s basement staricase plotting revenge. (P.S.- We were six or maybe seven at the time and both cats were uninjured (and they did land on their feet))
This was totally non-life threatening, just very strange and silly.
My brother and I used to “soak” sports cards. Don’t ask me how or why we ever thought of this. If we got a card of a player we did not like, or whose picture looked goofy, into the bathroom sink it would go, followed by the faucet being turned on.
We also liked to play various sports in the house, including doing the “football halfback goal-line leap over the top of the pile” with the living room couch standing in for the pile of players at the goal line.
Drove our mom nuts.
My brothers and I were very into the Pepsi Challenge. So we set up one in our front yard. Poor neighbor children gave their opinion on drinks like oj, toothpaste and oregano mixed together. I think my favorite was the strawberry koolaid, ranch dressing and milk combo.
As for fireworks, it is still a family tradition every year to try and blow up the mailbox. My brothers and dad will use anything they can. They haven’t suceeded yet. But, the dog is very scared of 4th of July.
I was a very bad kid in high school. One of the things I did was convince a guy to snort ground up white Smarties candies in front of a teacher. She was sure it was cocaine and sent him to the office. He had a MASSIVE sugar rush for about two hours. Then it quickly turned into a nosebleed and migraine that lasted 2 days.
Having already been outed as Misery’s Company’s brother, I can say that the Pepsi challenge thing was one of many stupid things we did as kids. For example, the day of destruction:
Five or six of us were hanging around the house and got kicked out by mom after a volleyball jumped up all by itself and hit a shelf full of various assorted noisy knicknacks. So the next logical thing was to shoot some hoops on the old backboard. One of the guys went up, grabbed the rim and came back down with it. The particle board had rotted away and broke when he grabbed the rim. The next logical game to play was darts… only we were throwing from the other side of the garage instead of the regulation six feet (or so). Needless to say, the dartboard was fairly safe, although the hot water heater received a few hits. Just as we were about to decide that this wasn’t a good idea, the last dart hit the fire extinguisher on the other side of the dart board and the whole garage filled with a fine yellow powder that took six months to settle out of the air.
Before anyone blames my dad for placing the dart board between the water heater and the fire extinguisher, I would like to point out that if you were throwing from 6 feet away, you would have had a real challenge to hit either one without specificly aiming for it… but from 35 feet away… that’s another story.
And me bumping into my sister, walking out of Dunkin’ Donuts while I walked in (during the middle of the second period of class one day) probably wasn’t stupid, just an example of our collective contempt for high school.
OK, since NameAlreadyTaken mentioned shooting hoops…
My late grandparents (dad’s side of the family) had a basketball hoop in their garage. It was much lower than the regulation ten feet, so we could easily slam dunk on it.
Anyway, it was the mid 70s and the Boston Celtics were playing the Milwaukee Bucks in a televised playoff game. Apparently Milwaukee was having a bad day at the office, because the phrase “the Bucks throw it (the ball) away!” kept being heard. My bro and I thought this was extremely funny, and went out to the garage. We proceeded to throw the basketball around like crazy, while saying, what else but “The Bucks throw it away!!!”
Ah… if we’re talking stupid, but not really dangerous, I’ve got a few:
For some reason at age 6, I though the word “suicide” sounded cool, and might have something to do with pirates, who were also cool. So I was dancing around the living room day going “suicide! suicide! hey, you, suicide!” when in a very Princess-Bride-like moment my mom said: “I don’t think that word means what you think it means…”
When Final Fantasy first came out, it was all the range in my circle of friends. For some reason, we thought there should be a commercial, and that it would have to have a snobbish guy with a pipe in a smoking jacket in a leather chair. So we each took turns being said snobbish guy, sitting in my friend’s armchair saying “Final Fantasy… hmm… a role-playing game” in our best snob accent.
In arts & crafts class at camp, one friend decided to rub some sandpaper quickly across the back of my neck (Tccchh!) when I wasn’t looking. This caused me to scream very loudly, (AAAH!!)and everyone to look at me. For years, “Tcchhh! AHH!!!” became a catchphrase among us.
Friday night was “prank call night”. For some reason we would call each other on the phone, and (even though we knew exactly who it was) prank each other. Usually, using inside jokes. Every prank night would start with one calling the other and yelling: “Guess what time it is!! TCCHHH! AAAAAAAHHH!!!”
Ah, good times. 
to be continued…
Here’s yet another example of how stupid I was when I was a kid…I of course have matured greatly since…ha!
I was playing with fireworks like everyone else only I didn’t stick them into a bottle or can…I would light them and HOLD them until they were almost ready to go off then throw them up in the air.
What could possibly go wrong?
One of them went up…up…up…then angled downward BEFORE it finally ignited then it shot a million miles an hour right at a car that had just turned the corner on our road.
Can it get worse? Yes it can…the LADY driving had her drivers side window open and it went INTO her car…then it exploded!
This wasn’t a weenie bottle rocket either…it was one of the big rockets with a stick like a pencil.
I being the brave fellow I was bolted into my house…about 5 seconds later I heard a knock on the door…the lady had more than a few choice words for me(incredibly neither she nor her car suffered permanent damage)…I was sooooooo lucky!