Stupid stuff you did when you were a kid

RKCNDY

For some reason I've been thinking about stupid stuff I did as a kid....

My mother wasn't a very 'involved' parent, so I basically learned stuff the hard way:

*utility knives are sharp-I sliced my palm open to the bone....still have a scar

*the cigarette lighter in the car is hot...I pushed the dealy in, and it popped out, I wanted to know how it did that, so after the thingie popped out, I stuck my finger in the outlet part (I don't remember this-I must have been really young) I got a trip to the ER

stupid stuff you did as a kid...go

PureandEasy

My little sister and I once pretended we were flying by opening the oven door and sitting on top of it.

Where we got the idea that the oven door was like an airplane I have no idea.

Mom wasn't real happy about it, that I do know.

unlost dogs

I thought Windex was an appropriate hygiene product.

I found out that it isn't.

:(

DS1119

Speaking of cigarette lighters I was left unattended in the car so I pushed the cigarette lighter in. After it popped out I looked at it glowing orange and must have been hungry so I put my tongue on it. That hurt like a mother.

PureandEasy

Me and my little sister also used the inside of our bedroom closet as a coloring book.

Mom wasn't happy about that either.

CJMST3K

I had a science kit, and a lot of curiousity.

I took one short wire, and another short wire. I attached one wire to a sewing needle. Another wire to another sewing needle. I stuck one end of one wire into one outlet-plug slot. Other wire I did the same to the other slot.

While holding the rubber part of the two wires, one in each hand, with needles attached to the wires that were now electrified, I then, carefully and slowly. touched the needles together.

When I gained my eyesight back, I saw that the needles had melted.

81

hmmmm

i chatted with the fire chief one day at the hospital.

i made my brother run thru a screen door. (classic fun)

somehow i ended up with a fish hook stuck in my finger. fuckin junk drawer

the cops visited the house once on a winter day with several inchs of snow on the ground because the neighbor next door claimed i was a peeping tom, yet there were no tracks in the snow. they were weird poepel. never understood that one. :roll:

CJMST3K

When I was 13, I got even more creative.

I knew Vodka tasted bad.... so I figured out that taking a swig of Chloroseptic (throat numbing medicine) means you can chug vodka for 20 seconds straight. After having a hell of a hangover and having to hide it, I never did that again.

neilybabes86

when our oldest friend got his drivers license( b4 all of us ) we used to pee into a super soaker and drive around all lower manhattan looking for targets....(mexican delivery guys were our favorite)

we would pull up next to them and make believe we needed directions and boom the back window would roll down and a blast of pee would hit them in the face


gross and horrible i know...but we were 16 and very high

loveontwolegs

We had ZERO adult supervision as children and would be locked out of our house for hours at a time no matter the season. We lived on the property of a fishing club, and in the winter would walk the ice to an island in the middle of the lake. No one knew how to swim, and there were many times we would be halfway to the island and hear that scary "ping" of the ice cracking so we would either haul ass to get to the island, or back to shore.

Jukee

I ran into a brick wall while playing tag in grade 3. I'll never forget the huge goose egg I had on my forehead and my teacher's reaction when he seen me.

While cross country skiing one time on a class trip my friend and I decided to go down the hill together with her behind me. Her skis were nicely waxed and mine weren't so she ran right into me and her binding ripped my snow pants, longjohn's and underwear. My ass was bleeding...it was so embarassing. To this day I still have about a 2 inch scar on my butt cheek.

CJMST3K

I saw some kids riding their bikes in the street in front of my house when I was about 12. They were from the "other side of the tracks", so to speak. I wondered about prejudice, and why it exists, as I watched them happily circling their bikes in the street as I looked out the window. Then I see them stop circling and look from the street with interest down the side of my house towards my back yard.

...realizing I left my bike in my back yard, I ran to the closet, then to the back door. I saw one of the kids peek their head around to look at my back door, as it was clear he was about to grab my bike, which was about 1 foot away from where he was peeking from. It may have been that I barged out the back door, or it may have been the 30-06 rifle in my young hands, but either way, I realized that they were not a nice group of kids after all.

Mamasan23

My house was the place to be during the summers because my mom worked and we were alone. So one summer when we were about 11 or 12 I found her bottle of vodka and filled a tall glass with it. Obviously not knowing how liquor tasted, I chugged it as though it were pop. I didn't touch vodka again for almost 10 years!

CJMST3K

I broke somewhat backstage into Nassau Coliseum. It was a 10 minute bike ride away, and in the parking lot there are stairs which go underground, and lead to doors which are always locked with a padlock on the inside. I realized that the chain that the padlock was attached to was only attached to an eye-bolt which had a nut on my side of the door. I rode my bike home and got two wrenches, and un-did the nut, so it was almost all the way unscrewed, but knowing that whoever would lock the door that night from the inside would not think to check the nut. I went home and drew up an "all access pass" with the Nassau Coliseum logo on it with some small markers. I had no idea that they didn't use anything like that (since I worked the shows later in life there) but from 5 feet away, you would say it looked legit.

The next day some 80's hair band was playing there, and I un-did the nut, and hid behind some big rolls of carpeting for the majority of the night, not sure what to do. I saw a few of them go behind their tour bus to smoke pot, and that's about it. Then after a while I decided to use the restroom on the opposite side of the underground parking lot. Sure enough there were like 8 security guys in the bathroom there. ...I just acted like I was supposed to be there, and all was fine.

Cool Face Ryan

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CJMST3K

Cool Face Ryan wrote:

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curly

in jr high...my friend and i made homemade donutes...soup pan, boiled crisco oil, dropped doe balls in oil..rolled em in sugar when done...they were yummy til we put the pan in kitchen sink and added water to full soup pan of boiling oil...it started to bubble..we hit the deck and it blew all over walls, etc etc...after good cleanup, my parents found the oil stains months later on ceiling and started asking questions.....

CJMST3K

I used to cook bologna on light bulbs. Worked surprisingly well, but each slice would destroy the lightbulb (would make it crackle).

conman

when i was about 12 me and my cousin were playing with a book of matches in the summer during a drought, dropped the flaming book on the dead grass on the corner of the block........ almost lit the whole damn neighborhood on fire

he.who.forgets

I was probably 6 or 7 and just getting into skateboarding. The neighbors a few doors down were installing a swimming pool which was a few weeks away from being finished. I proceeded to drop down the shallow end of the bowl on my knees. I was headed straight for the drain in the deep end which was uncovered so I attempted to stop myself by dragging my feet and knee against the unfinished concrete. I was a bloody fuckin mess. My buddy asked my mom for a band-aid. "We're gonna need the whole box"

thefixer9

Basically everything I'm doing now....

Wobbie

BB gun fights! :thumbup:

81

he.who.forgets wrote:

I was probably 6 or 7 and just getting into skateboarding. The neighbors a few doors down were installing a swimming pool which was a few weeks away from being finished. I proceeded to drop down the shallow end of the bowl on my knees. I was headed straight for the drain in the deep end which was uncovered so I attempted to stop myself by dragging my feet and knee against the unfinished concrete. I was a bloody fuckin mess. My buddy asked my mom for a band-aid. "We're gonna need the whole box"

i tried to ride a skateboard down a hill beside a tobaggan run. all was good until the sidewalk cut over. (state park just north of angola indiana for those of you playing at home)

81

CJMST3K wrote:

I broke somewhat backstage into Nassau Coliseum. It was a 10 minute bike ride away, and in the parking lot there are stairs which go underground, and lead to doors which are always locked with a padlock on the inside. I realized that the chain that the padlock was attached to was only attached to an eye-bolt which had a nut on my side of the door. I rode my bike home and got two wrenches, and un-did the nut, so it was almost all the way unscrewed, but knowing that whoever would lock the door that night from the inside would not think to check the nut. I went home and drew up an "all access pass" with the Nassau Coliseum logo on it with some small markers. I had no idea that they didn't use anything like that (since I worked the shows later in life there) but from 5 feet away, you would say it looked legit.

The next day some 80's hair band was playing there, and I un-did the nut, and hid behind some big rolls of carpeting for the majority of the night, not sure what to do. I saw a few of them go behind their tour bus to smoke pot, and that's about it. Then after a while I decided to use the restroom on the opposite side of the underground parking lot. Sure enough there were like 8 security guys in the bathroom there. ...I just acted like I was supposed to be there, and all was fine.

we used to sneak into our high school. there was one door on the side of the building that wasn't locked for the longest time.

thefixer9

CJMST3K wrote:

I used to cook bologna on light bulbs. Worked surprisingly well, but each slice would destroy the lightbulb (would make it crackle).

I've never heard of doing that.

tybird

imalive wrote:

BB gun fights! :thumbup:

Yup....with six or seven on a "side"....stalking each other through the woods....we added bottle rockets for that little special touch.

They were still clearing a lot of the woods to build house in our sud-division during our rambling years. So when they would down the trees for three-four lots, they would make these huge piles of downed tree....thirty....forty...fifty feet tall piles of trees...just stacked on the newly cleared lots. While, we would climb all over these piles.....we would even venture down into the gaps to create "club houses" among the fallen trees. Apparently, we had NO concept of shifting lumber, eh.

Cool Face Ryan

Ms. Klein, my high school teacher :thumbup: BAM

oona left

RKCNDY wrote:

*utility knives are sharp-I sliced my palm open to the bone....still have a scar

I learned the utility razor blades used for scraping wallpaper are sharp this same way: by using one to cut myself open.

I drew it along the pad of my index finger to determine if that edge was the sharp edge. It wasn't. So what did I do? I flipped the thing, and did the same thing with the opposite edge! Yep, that one was the razor alright.

Amazingly idiotic, I admit it.

I also use to eat the corners of newspapers. I have no idea why. I'd lie the living room floor and read the box scores and the rest of the sports section (as much as I could comprehend, anyway), and after each page that I turned over, I would bite off and chew the corner.

I guess I was a weirdo back then. But I'm feeling much better now :?

conman

Cool Face Ryan wrote:

Ms. Klein, my high school teacher :thumbup: BAM

PureandEasy

Cool Face Ryan wrote:

METH

I can include that one in my repertoire as well.

unlost dogs

Washing my first car with Mr. Clean.

That was a bad idea.