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What Really Dumb Things did You do as a Kid?

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Climbed a 10 foot high fence with barbed wire on top to retrieve some baseballs. Was at the top and rather than climb down I decided to jump not realizing a barb had hooked the back of my right shoe. I hit head first and it rang my bell good. Stood up, checked my head for blood then neck for damage only to look down and realize my right shoe was gone. Looked everywhere for it because all around me was knee high grass. It was no where to be found till I looked back up at the top of the fence and saw it hanging there with the laces sraight down the middle.

My friends, who were already looking for the baseballs, didn't notice even though they were only 15 yards from me. Then they didn't believe me because of the lack of visible damage. :S
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We played a different variation. You tossed a ball into the air, someone grabbed it (became the queer), everyone else smeared the queer, the ball was released, repeat.

No winner, no loser, just the satisfaction that you lasted a long time as the queer or that you smeared the queer.
"That looks dangerous." Leopold Stotch

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Another stupid baseball incident.....

Was in right field with the baseball when I noticed my friend by the backstop with his back to me going through his ball bag. I decided to scare him by throwing the ball at the backstop. I let fly and I immediately realized that the ball's trajectory had the back of my friend's head targeted. I tried to scream out a warning but couldn't. Nothing would come out. All I could do was take off running toward him because I knew he'd be hurt. At the very last possible moment, a split second before impact, my friend bent down and the ball struck the backstop precisely where his head use to be. Oh thank god.

HAHAHA he was soo pissed I thought he was gonna kick my ass. Instead he took HIS baseball and went home leaving us there with a bunch of bats and gloves but no ball. He shoulda kicked my ass.....f'n pussy.
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Well, I used to play tag at school, smear the queer in the park, and seek in the dark (in the graveyard).B|



Ok, I gotta ask. What is "smear the queer"?

Walt



Rugby for children?:) The ultimate tag/ chasing/ football/ king of the hill type of game. If you have the ball, everyone chases you. No rules. They tackle you and someone else grabs the ball and runs for their life.

Pretty dumb. Why would you ever want to have possesion of the ball?:P
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We used to call it "body soccer." Same basic rules and level of violence. There was a goal involved though, because the absolute best thing was to force the ball holder through his own goal :ph34r:

Wendy W.
There is nothing more dangerous than breaking a basic safety rule and getting away with it. It removes fear of the consequences and builds false confidence. (tbrown)

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This goes right along with the no tag and taking all the fun stuff out of the school yard!

:D:D:D:D

At the time I was i think in 4th grade...going to gymnastics. Well I had learned in class over the last two weeks a cool new trick! So one day I was in the playground with my friends and was telling them...so even better we had the horzontal bars!!! so i jumped up and got hold of the top high bar. Did my lil stunt, flipped over to drop off, over swang and face planted on the asphalt B|

I ended up with two black eyes, bloody nose and two busted lips :D Teach me to play on the bars with no mat :ph34r:
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lets see, I lit a king size matress on fire that was leaning up against a rather large shed, and then crossed the street and lit a full size HISD school bus on fire effectively ending its time as a kiddie transporter. then i went juzy for a day and got probation for a year,
this other time i rammed my foot into a window while i was on a porch swing and ended up with a 2inch long piece of glass in my foot in the shape of a hook that they removed from my foot without a local, f in painful
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I ended up with two black eyes, bloody nose and two busted lips :D Teach me to play on the bars with no mat :ph34r:



Yeah, but if you had pulled it off really well, everyone would have thought you were the coolest person in history!

A former co-worker told me something her husband did at a party. He was definitely not a kid, but if he had actually pulled this off, he would have been really, really, cool.

After a few glasses of wine, he decided to liven the party up, so he got a tray of drinks and decided to make a grand entrance to the main party area.

What he envisioned was having the tray in one hand, doing a forward somersault, and coming out of the somersault standing up, with the tray of drinks still in his hand, and not a drop spilled.

You can imagine what really happened. The bad part was that it wasn't his house and it ruined the carpet.

D'oh!!!

Walt

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Here's a few things I can think of:

* BB gun fights without eye protection.
* Firecracker fights.
* Bottle rocket fights.
* Roman candle fights.
* Various dumb things with gasoline.



Cousin Jeff, is that you?

Sorry. For a minute I was certain you had to be one of my cousins. I did all of the above and, like you, never wore eye protection. And one time I shot a Texas Giant bottle rocket into the roof of the work shed at my house.

Also, I really wanted to be a stuntman, so I did some crazy stuff like taping M-60 firecrackers into my clothes to create homemade squibs and spraying myself with WD40 and lighting myself on fire. I never got hurt from any of these stunts, so I guess I wasn't entirely careless, but mostly I was just lucky. I was definitely more balls than brains back then.
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lets see, I lit a king size matress on fire that was leaning up against a rather large shed, and then crossed the street and lit a full size HISD school bus on fire effectively ending its time as a kiddie transporter. then i went juzy for a day and got probation for a year,



There has *got* to be more to this story!!! I can see lighting a junk mattress, but a mattress leaning up against a shed?!! Whose mattress and shed were they?

And what the hell possessed you to torch a school bus?!!!!

Walt

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:DROFLMAO:D

well i was 15 and jsut full of mischief, i was hangin out with some of the other kids in the hood, that were around the age of 12, i had to set a good example for them... soooo we all got lighters and and proceeded to torch stuff, and there was this repair lot around the corner and we would go and play around in the cars sometimes, and we found this bottle of spray starter fluid which is just ether, and we saw this matress laying across the street, so we hosed it down and lit it on fire, and left when it started raging, the next day we investigated the damage and decided that it was totally cool so we would burn something else, this time i jacked some gasoline from my uncles garage and douced some seats in the bus, and lit it up, man that was the biggest fire id ever seen, the day after that we returned to see it half way burnt and decided to stuff an old christmas tree into the roof hatch and try to light it too, but it wouldnt catch, after that the arson investigator hounded me at school cuz the little shit heads i was with pinned it all on me, never ever take the fall for any one else, i should have implicated them all, but i didnt, no big deal i did my probabtion and my record got sealed so all is good
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a little bit before all that we were in this condo that was being built and we were lighting off fire crackers in it, and this guy that was like 30 came in there and grabbed me by the arm and demanded that i take him to my guardians, i seriously told him to go fuck himself and then started screaming RAPE at the top of my lungs, he left quite promptly, then i would see him skating around the neighboorhood on rollerblades in these fuckin spandex shorts and he would shoot me this look like he wanted stomp me, oh god i was a little shit head
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Jumped off of a 2 story house with a blanket as a parachute after watching the USPA Nationals in Richmond in the early 70's. Queen size sheet , a50lb kid ,what was my wing load? Should i log that as my first jump, if so I guess that is the longest anyone has owed beer for a first.

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The list of dumb things I did as a kid far exceeds the list of smart things I did as a kid. It's an interesting thing when a mother knows that there is something physically wrong with a kid instead of just being a little boy. I got injured so often, social services were often investigating. Fortunately, the same ER doctors were there, who would vouch that, yes indeed, this was a case of the child abusing himself and the parents, and not a case of the parents abusing the child.

How bad? When I was a child of four, I opened up a gash on my forearm by playing with a glass bottle that I dropped and fell on. I told my parents I didn't was "the pin" - yes, I'd had stitches 7 times, already, and I didn't want them again. I got them anyway, and was returned a few hour slater after I'd pulled them out. It must have hurt like hell to do that, but I was stupid.

Other stuff I did before age 8:

I used to climb roofs, jump off roofs. Climb up our school building grab ahold of the top of a cypress tree and jump (I figured out that it would slow the fall and deliver me safely to the ground.) This continued until one of my friends got hurt when he lost his grip.
I got in fights all the time - 2 or 3 times per week after school.
I'd break bicycles by jumping them.
I'd experiment with electrical currents by plugging stuff in wall sockets.

Maybe the stupidest was the time I filled sandwich baggies with gasoline from the gas can used for the lawn mower. I lit the charcoal grill and stood a few feet away shooting baskets with the baggied gasoline. It was awesome!

Another idiot move was returning from a book fair on my bike. I was reading the book while riding and actually rear-ended a moving car. The dude was not happy and informed my mother of it in no uncertain terms.

Other things weren't stupid but were perceived to be. When my mom finally took me in for medical treatment because something was seriously wrong with me was after my second grade teacher saw me "trying to stick a pin in his eye." I also had 3 or 4 pins sticking out of different articles of clothing. and one out of the palm of my hand.

I had noticed that day that different parts of the clothing gave more resistance to sticking in pins. The seams in my pants were the hardest - especially the seam in the crotch, I found out.

So when she saw me examining the tip of the pin to see whether it was dull, and then noticed a pin sticking out of my crotch, she was convinced that I was just plain crazy. (Obviously, more evidence that I was insane was the pin sticking out of my hand - I'd also figured out that day that if you put the pin through the skin shallow enough, it didn't hurt. I learned later about skin layers, epidermis, etc., and innervation of each.)

That's when my mom took me in to a neurologist - something just wasn't right with me...


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That's when my mom took me in to a neurologist - something just wasn't right with me...



Did she ever change her mind?:D:D

Walt



No, the neurologist confirmed it. This was 1981. I was diagnosed with ADHD - Dr. Zike said, "On a scale of one to ten, he's a thirteen." The prescription changed my life - I never even got detention in high school.


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M80s - firecrackers... We took the do-it-yourself route. Imaginge 3 or 4 twelve year old kids showing up at the local chemical supply store asking for potassium perchlorate, powdered aluminum, picric acid, etc. They would sell us that stuff no questions asked, and we would take it home and see what we could come up with. One kid burned his hands pretty badly mixing some of the ingredients and we blew the plaster off a wall in the house, but overall we were pretty lucky. Safety tip - use a long fuse.
I like that thing about the car surfing. I wonder what you could do with a station wagon or a van with a wingsuit tethered to the luggage rack on the top. The wingsuit flyer/surfer could wear a tandem student harness......

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