what is some of the stupid shit you used to do as a child?

Psycochem · 1 year

I grew up in East Africa, so I didn't have "traditional" toys. When I was about 11 my brother and I were playing with a real bow and arrow. We were using a coconut tree as the target and taking turns. So I go and for some reason the arrow bounces off the tree and stabs my brother on the foot, oops. He was so pissed he threw a shovel at my face and cut my forehead pretty good. My mom pretty much freaked out and after that we got normal toys.

pigferret · 1 year

I pulled the radio control servos out of my RC car for the sole purpose of pranking my sister.

I rigged one up to her stereo to switch it on (with volume up really loud) randomly.

What a dick thing to do, but totally within the realms of 12 year old douchebaggery.

RadikalSubjektiv · 1 year

I was about 5, bedtime had arrived, but i couldn't sleep because the smell of my freshly wall-papered bedroom was unbearable. Went downstairs, mum & dad didn't mind me joining them again for a while. Pablo Picasso was on the telly; a fascinating documentary that blew my little mind away. When the program was done i gave my sleep a second shot. Didn't work. Not because of the smell, but because i was infected by the unworldly art i just witnessed. I wanted to paint. Right there and then. The fact that i didn't have paint or a canvass made me even more creative. I pooped on my bed, and made a fantastic mural with my bare hands. Very satisfied i fell asleep. I believe i got my very first spanking the next morning...

themarmot · 1 year

I used to climb on top of the fridge with a bowl of sugar at like 6 a.m. My parents would find find me cracked out when they woke up. Finally they made a deal with me to put 50 cents in a jar for every day I didn't do that. It worked out in my favor. At one point they tried hiding the sugar and I was young enough I didn't know that kool-aid packets didn't actually contain sugar so I would eat several packets.

pompoms · 1 year

My younger brother and I loved to "play car". This involved climbing into the parked family car and shifting to neutral. We did this more than once, despite the terrifying consequences for all involved.

redweasel · 1 year

1) My parents would occasionally buy me a complex, mechanical toy which eventually I would take apart and be unable to put back together... I did this to a Johnny Jet (1960s toy jet-fighter-control-panel simulation), a "computer truck" ("programmable" self-propelled truck), and my train set (bought used, from someone who made a great layout and put it on a board, after seeing a friend's train set whose tracks were all loose pieces and could be laid out a different way each time. After I took all my tracks off the board I realized the work it took to put them together, and never really played with the train set again. :-( ).

2) I would peek at my Christmas presents every year, after they were wrapped and (so my parents thought) "safe." I would first make sure I had the roll of "invisible" tape handy. Then I would take a razor blade, carefully slit the tape on the present along the thin line where one layer of paper met another and the tape didn't quite touch the paper. I could then carefully unfold one end of the wrapping and see what was inside. I would then fold it back up exactly as it was, cut a piece of tape the exact size-and-shape of the original, and put it exactly OVER the original so that you couldn't tell it had been cut open.

3) In 4th grade for a while I had a plastic lunchbox. One day after school, for no real reason, I spent about half an hour smashing it to smithereens in the parking lot. There were no pieces left that were large enough to bother gathering up to take home. I vaguely remember getting home and matter-of-factly telling my mother that "I smashed my lunchbox to smithereens, but I don't know why..." She was perfectly calm about it.

4) When I was a teenager we visited my cousins in California (I grew up in Upstate New York), and being so far from home were feeling wild and free. One day while I was playing with one of my cousins, my little sister and another cousin came in and tried to describe this Really Cool Thing they had seen at the building site of a new school in the neighborhood. I couldn't make sense of their description, so they took me to the site to see for myself. It turned out to be a mobile "scissor jack," and it was left unattended and powered up. So naturally we climbed aboard and ran it up and down (literally, it has a passenger compartment that can raise up ten or twelve feet off the ground) a few times. Then we got to thinking "wow, we could drive it around in here." There was plenty of open space and the thing had forward/reverse and steering controls. So we drove it around for a while, at one point bashing into a wall and leaving a dent. Then we thought it would be funny to leave it somewhere far from its charger, with the controls jammed so that the battery would run down. While we were driving it to the far end of the building we found an open doorway to the outdoors, opening onto hard-packed dirt that sloped down to where lawn sprinklers had turned it into mud. At the height of mischievousness we drove the thing down and lodged it firmly in the mud -- which, of course, would turn back to hard-packed earth when the sprinklers shut off later that night. Our work was done. (Oh, in the midst of our escapades the local police drove by to check on the site; we crouched down behind piles of construction materials and didn't get caught, bwa ha ha ha haaa...) After construction was complete, my cousins later attended this very school and informed us that that dent we'd made in the wall was in the principal's office...

00spool · 1 year

I lived in a large neighborhood. They were always building new houses somewhere. We would go and play in them while they were building. One day when I was 11 or so we went down to one of the new buildings and they were making a small landfill for construction debris in the back yard. We climbed in side the hole and underneath some of the drywall were tons of magazines. It didn't take long after rummaging through a few that we realized some of them were porn. There must have been about 50-100 of them. We decide we would go back to our houses and get trash bags to gather them up and take them out into the woods. I go to my house, get a bag and come back. One of the other guys has a huge black heavy duty lawn bag. I have one of those cheap wimpy white kitchen bags. We start filling the bags up. I say to everyone, "What if someone stops us and asks what we have in the bags?". No one really pays attention. I decide to stuff the bottom of my bag with porn and the top with the normal magazines. As I remember there were quite a few National Geographic in there. We gather up all the porn bags and we start the 10-15 minute bike ride to the woods. So, we have these huge trash bags full of porn, and just as we get onto the main neighborhood road my bag splits open and pours porn all over the road. Too heavy from the extra mags. I shit you not, 10 seconds later there are 2 or 3 little kids that come out of their yard to see what the deal is. So I'm bent down trying to pick up the porn. The other guys are circling around and around me telling me to hurry up. They are getting nervous. The children are starting to realize that these magazines are kinda weird. Then their mother comes out the door. The other guys just bail immediately. I grab what I have in my hands and take off. So we get out to the woods and start looking at the stuff. This is with out a doubt the weirdest printed porn I have ever seen, then or since. It's all foreign, mostly Swedish and just fucking bizarre. Some of the prices were really outrageous too. Thirty dollars US for one magazine.

So the next day we ride by the house were we had the smut spill. We had to go by there a couple of times to get to where we were going. So the lady comes out and starts yelling something at us, but we just take off a quick as we can.

TL;DR: Found a massive hard-core porn stash, spilled it all over the road trying to get it back to our "fort". In the process, we inadvertently expose small children to extreme smut.

m0nkeybl1tz · 1 year

Weird, I did the exact same thing when I was younger, except in a cardboard box. We put a bunch of pillows at the bottom of the stairs. Still dislocated my finger, though...

pigferret · 1 year

I used to fire capguns late at night outside my neighbor's house. He's a Vietnam vet.

NipponNiGajin · 1 year

I rolled regular grass into some normal copy paper and attempted to smoke it. That ended up burning like half the yard because it was middle of summer...

My grandpa got me a blowdart gun for my 7th birthday, so of course I had to try it out on my cat. After I got tired of chasing the cat around, I decided to wait in my room until the door would open, then I would blow the dart gun and get the intruder - I thought I was doing some legit James Bond shit. Then I hit my dad in the chest when he was telling me it was time for dinner. After that, my Grandpa couldn't buy me any more toys.

Another time I decided to play hide and seek without telling anyone (also when I was 7... or maybe I was 8?). Well, I went into our shed, and climbed up into the rafter area and hid behind some boxes. Nobody would be able to find me unless they climbed up there and looked back in the little crevice. Well, I ended up falling asleep - it was fall and the temperature was going down, it felt so comfortable in there. About 5 hours or so later I wake up and there are police cars in the drive way - me being a little kid I freak the fuck out and go running inside the house, I thought that someone stole my toys and the cops were there to stop the burglars. Of couse, they were there becuase my parents thought I went missing, oh boy was I grounded for that.

Biemans · 1 year

Eat sand.

Mortavian · 1 year

I used to play street hockey with the other kids on my block, but nobody wanted to be the goalie. So when somebody was making a move towards the goal, everybody would just throw their sticks at the person's head. It was effective until my mom saw us doing it.

sarahforsale · 1 year

I clogged a sink with dinner rolls and filled it with water, then blamed it on my sister.

I convinced my sister to open all of the christmas presents at a family member's house one year, then blamed it all on her.

sandiegoking · 1 year

One time I laid in the street and had my nephew run in and tell my mom I got hit by a car. I can still remember her and my sister running out to me. I think getting hit by a car would of been less painful then what came next...

phailcakez · 1 year

My friend and I replaced the voicebox in his sister's huge cadberry bunny stuffed rabbit she got for easter with a recording of the Offspring's song "Intermission" from the Smash album. We threw it down the stairs where his little sister was playing.

We hear the song play for a few moments, and think she must be looking at the rabbit completely stunned. Then we hear a wailing "MOMMY! My rabbit is posessed!"

We laughed so hard.

(Intermission is basically elevator music, with the word "aaah, intermission!" repeated throughout.)

stupid_human · 1 year

My neighbor friends and I used to have Gun fights. Just with BB Guns, Basically just imagine paintball, but with BB Guns. The "rule" was nothing over two pumps, but once you got shot, that rule was out the window. Yes they hurt like hell.

lobsterfeet · 1 year

I had a phase for a while when I was a kid where I would go around my neighborhood littering houses with handfuls of paintballs, and as if that already wasn't enough I had felt the need to dish out the D-Generation X "SUCK IT!" gestures following each house I hit. Oh the good ol' days.

viciouskicks · 1 year

I used to break open glass thermometors to play with the mercury inside. I liked the way it beaded up and moved around on the table top.

imdrunkwithaquestion · 1 year

In elementary school, I used to steal other kid's bike helmets from their locker and go out to the baseball diamond, throw them up in the air, then take a swing with a bat, shattering them. It was very satisfying.

RueCortina · 1 year

When I was 4, I lit the tail of a paper airplane on fire to emulate the jets I saw on TV. As the flames got closer to my hand I freaked and threw it in the trashcan where it made an even bigger fire. My dad was able to put out the fire in time and I got spanked. :(

HighOnAmbien · 1 year

I've done so many things to piss my parents off. One time I poured a container of gasoline in the yard and lit it. The flames started spreading so I sprayed it with a water hose. Luckily it was just grass and was away from the house.

I painted a white stripe down the back of a black cat to make it look like a skunk.

I filled a blender with different food items, blended it, and left it in the basement. My parents found it probably 15 years later.

I caught a catfish (river in front of house) and placed it in our goldfish pond. The catfish killed all of the goldfish.

I found my dad's porn video stash in the basement inside of a toolbox. I took the videos to the video store to exchange them for cartoons. They didn't take them and instead called my parents. My dad got in trouble with my mom and I got in trouble for snooping.

I had a huge collection of pennies and I would take them to the local pharmacy and buy candy. I know they hated seeing me, but they always took the pennies. I would do this several times a week, sometimes paying with 5-600 pennies at a time.

My bedroom was on the second floor and I would open the window and pee out of it instead of going downstairs to the bathroom. One night I did this and my dad was outside messing around and walked into the stream. I have never seen my dad run into the house and up the stairs so fast. My butt was sore for a while but I deserved it.

I think the worst thing I ever did was lay a bunch of nails in the road in front of our house. I would lie them sharp side up and watch the cars run over them. I did this throughout the summer but never got caught. My dad ran over them once and got two flat tires. Thank God he never found out.

ISOCRACY · 1 year

My friends and I used to cross the interstage hand over hand at night...dangling from the I bar iron girters. We always watch for 18 wheelers and tall cars but at times we were missed by less than a foot.

Investigator · 1 year

I lived right next to the highway, and my friend and me, sometimes went to play "petite danone" it was really silly, and made no sense. What we did was to go out in middle of the highway, yell petite danone while jumping twice, and then go back to the side of the road. There had to be a car coming, or else we would not do it. But the cars were also at least 500 meters away, when we did it, so it wasn't actually dangerous. However we really hated it, when the cars honked at us, and couldn't really understand why. At this point I realized that most adults were completely out of touch with the ability for a child to think for it self. As an adult I still believe this today.

beltaine · 1 year

Wow, I'm seeing a lot of "spankings" in here. How old are yous guys? XD

Don't see much of those nowadays. :/

More like: "I stole my mom's car once and punched her douchey boyfriend in the throat and went out and got shit faced. When I got home she took away my cell phone. FML."

Fucking kids...

karmabook · 1 year

I don't know how far back you want to go but this is what we did 10 years ago in High School... it's called Fire and Pain.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIjqetOot0k

AKA_Squanchy · 1 year

I grew up on a hill/cliff above a somewhat frequently used 2-lane road. We used to throw whatever we could find at the cars passing by 30+ feet below. Jesus, how fucking stupid can you be?! Luckily we never caused any accidents (just some minor vehicular damage ...)

genuineresponse · 1 year

I used to press the emergency stop button on the bottom of escalators, run away, and laugh maniacally.

Parvan · 1 year

I used to catch snakes. It started with Garter Snakes then moved up to Corn Snakes and Boa Constrictors. By the time I was 11 I was catching poisonous ones, 4 rattlers, 1 cotton mouth and several water moccasins.

codingphp · 1 year

I asked if I could go to my friends house, my mom said, "no". I went anyway and came home 3 or so days later. I did this a couple times.. I'm sorry mom.

ctshaf02 · 1 year

Back when I was in middle school I was at a friends house and we were playing with some of his older brothers camping gear, specifically a camping stove. It was the kind that had the separate fuel bottle that had to be pumped to give it pressure and had to be 'primed' (I can't remember the proper term.) to get it to light. Well, we pumped it way too much and used way too much fuel to prime it, so the entire thing basically went up in flames.

This was bad enough, but somehow we managed to get the fuel bottle disconnected before it caught on fire, which then immediately poured all of its contents onto the patio and over to the still burning stove portion. Great. So, now pretty much the entire patio is on fire about five or six feet from the house.

Well, every middle schooler knows that water puts out fire, so we grab the hose and douse the damn thing in an attempt to put it out before anything really bad happens, but what we didn't know at the time was that fuel oil floats and continues to burn and now the backyard is on fire...Luckily for us, nothing major ever caught on fire (How, I'm not sure) but there was a huge and obvious scorched patch in the backyard and the stove was ruined. I wasn't allowed back over there for some time.

Maoster · 1 year

Three things come to mind when I was really little.

There was a packet of oreos sitting on the kitchen table (which I was too short to reach) and soda kept in the fridge. I would want some but was not allowed to have any, thus for the oreos I would open them, eat my fill, then slide the rows forward to mask the fact that some were missing. Soda I would take out, and pour some only if the liquid level was behind the label. Finally I would place these items back in the exact same location and orientation I had found them so as not to arouse suspicion.
Breaking the computer. My intro to computers was playing games on an old work machine of my dads. This was dos in the pre windows, pre internet days. I used to figure out what was necessary by removing files until it would no longer boot. The result was that my dad spent many weekends restoring it from our tape backups. On a side note this computer got its revenge. It was a full tower steel case and I ran into it one day and it almost knocked out my two front teeth (they were just barely hanging on, liquids only for awhile.)
Lighting fires on the top of the refrigerator. I used to use a step ladder to climb onto the table, then a stool to climb onto the top of the refrigerator where I would make pyres and set them alight when nobody was looking.

jxmac · 1 year

Haha, we used to do the same things with the plastic containers. We tried with a bike with training wheels one time too, but that was the last time. There was a head-shaped hole in the drywall near the bottom and a handlebar hole somewhere along the line too.

We used to go on treks out in the woods by ourselves when we were 9 and 10 too. We would pack a lunch with granola and chocolate and a drink, and tell our parents we were sticking to the 5km trail that was very near our houses, but we always left it and ended up way the fuck out in the woods. We didn't want to bring fishing rods because then our parents would know we weren't sticking to the trails, so we brought fishing line and hooks that we could scrounge from my garage, and would tie them to sticks. We never actually caught anything all those times, but the lack of bait was probably the biggest culprit. Still, it was a lot of fun and it makes me smile thinking about it... opening up our backpacks out in buttfuck nowhere and having a picnic of juice and granola and chocolate.

My absolute favorite though was giving bath tub rides on the dirt roads. We were obviously a little older by this time, haha but we were out on 4 wheelers dragging some stuff to the dump for our parents (my road extended on into the woods and the dump for our small town was in there). We had a bathtub to bring so once we were on the dirt roads we sat people in the bathtub that was tied with 20ft of rope to the 4 wheeler and drove around, that was hilarious. We had to get around the gate to the dump at one point, so we had to maneuver around some trees. While I was trying to get it unstuck at one point, whoever was driving thought I said go when I said no - he barred the throttle and yanked the bathtub violently against a tree - but my leg was in between. My parents were NOT very happy when I came home with a purple bruised leg and a few cuts and scrapes but it was all in fun. We pretty much always came home with cuts and bruises and scrapes and covered in dirt anyways. My mom stopped dressing me in dresses when I was like 5 because of that. Lost cause, she said, haha.

nomadicalien · 1 year

Went inside dryer to hide. Made Forts. Slide down stairs in laundry bins too, camped in the backyard ontop of the shed roof. Shared my pancakes with my cat. Crosscountry skiing in the backyard ...in the summer

mrjoebert · 1 year

I would get a running start from one end of my roof, and leap off the other. Then I would leave a stick on the ground where I landed and climb back on the roof to try and jump further than the stick. Another thing I used to do on my roof was touch the lead clamp that held the power line loop for the line coming from the pole to the house to get a nice little shock.

Sjokomelk · 1 year

I grew up on a farm and used to like playing with fire, and there were always something fun to mix together and see if it burned. Like mixing gasoline and polystyren to make a honeylike substance that I could cover rocks with and then burn them. When I was about 10-12 I filled a caserole with gasoline and lit it on fire, I then paniced when the flames almost reached me so I kicked the caserole over, spreading the still burning gasoline out over a patch of dry grass. Realizing what I've done, I started stomping the fire out. My rubber boots were all melted when I finally managed to put it out.

coolstory · 1 year

ROCK FIGHT!

GeneralKenobi1042 · 1 year

I got up on the roof with my umbrella and tried to parachute off man i was a dumbass... wait that was last week haha. actually i did do that when i was younger

baconcatman · 1 year

I did the same thing you did, OP. I cut my earlobe on a coat rack though.

squidkid · 1 year

I was in my friend's homemade Jackass video when I was eleven. It involved a big hill full of gopher holes and an old shopping cart we'd dug out of the ditch somewhere (we were too chicken to steal one). Short story shorter, I ended up flying through the air and faceplanting in the dirt. I wound up spraining both my wrists, busting my glasses and skinning part of my forehead and the bridge of my nose on a rock, all caught on camera. We thought it was pretty awesome but my mother was not impressed.

codingphp · 1 year

In Kindergarten (I was 4) we were playing with building blocks and it was time to put them away. I accidentally left one on my table but felt terrible because the bags of blocks needed a ladder to be reached by our tall teacher.. so I threw it out. I felt SO guilty for some reason that I prayed, that's right I PRAYED to Santa Claus to bring it back to me for Christmas. WTF?

Joshislong · 1 year

My friend had a sewer manhole in his backyard so obviously we took it off, starting flushing toys down the toilet, ran outside, and watched as they came flowing by. After this, we decided to pour gasoline down there and light it on fire. Somehow we managed to catch the tip of the plastic gas can on fire. I thought it was going to blow up, so I ran away as fast as I could. Luckily my friend had the presence of mind to start throwing dirt on it, which probably saved our lives that day.

Also, I used to have these cheapo walkie talkies that were on the same frequency as my cordless phone. I would tape down the talk button and set it by phone base and listen in on conversations. I felt so sneaky until I realized that I could just pick up any other phone in the house.

foxymophadlemama · 1 year

here's another one:

i rode my bike off a picnic table. i had the bike, the picnic table, and a girl i had a crush on watching. i only lacked the skill to successfully pilot my sweet orange huffy off the picnic table to certain glory, but that didn't stop me. no, sir. i was an idiot.

i totally face planted onto concrete. i woke up a moment later with everybody looking down at me. fortunately, i got off with a concussion, some scrapes and swelling of the face and a bruised ego. these days i don't get fancy on bikes anymore unless i know what i'm doing.

aPenguinInTheDesert · 1 year

I'd be playing "pretend" games, and would get interrupted ("Time for dinner", "Time for bed", whatever). I'd physically press an imaginary pause button, and would continue playing later only after pressing play again.

jxmac · 1 year

Painting the walls with my own excrement. But not after the age of 3 of course.

notadick · 1 year

Not stupid so much as really obnoxious. When I ate Jell-O I would smoosh it through my teeth as much as I could until it was near a liquid state, and then I would spit it on the table and slurp it back up before I would swallow it.

Drove my mother CRAZY. I made everything sticky when I had Jell-O, and looking back it was super stupid.

[deleted] · 1 year

Water baloons, red wine vinegar, and parked convertibles.

Kloster · 1 year

Used to eat ants.

gravitysucks · 1 year

As any kid does, me and a friend of mine would buy lots of firecrackers the week before the 4th and just go out all day and cause trouble. Well, one year, we were probably 15 or so, we got a couple of those massive rolls of blackcats. The ones that are like 10,000+ shots.

The first thing we did was found a portable toilet at a construction site in our neighborhood. That thing was fucking destroyed after 5 straight minutes of explosions inside it. There was smoke coming out of the top vents, blue sanitizer and toilet paper everywhere, and shit/urine splattered along with the blue stuff. It was hilarious.

Next we lit a couple in this massive, concrete drainage ditch that ran all the way through the middle of our neighborhood. Image in 10 straight minutes of explosions echoing throughout this massive middle-class neighborhood. Fucking good times. Never got caught, of course.

koved · 1 year

For a couple years while I was in elementary school I ate a Double Big Mac every weekend. Ya, I was a chubby kid. Got skinny as soon as I stopped eating shit though.

goldcodpiece · 1 year

When I was growing up my parents didn't make much but enough to get buy and buy a toy every now and again. At age 5 or 6 I got into my father's tools and one day took apart most of my toys that had screws or moving parts. I felt like such a cool mechanic that I went to show my parents, they weren't mad but smugly said; "Now put them back together".....I never understood why they never bought me anymore toys.

seekerdarksteel · 1 year

I used to "fly" matchbox cars from the counter in our kitchen to a short kid's table nearby when I was around 4. Perfectly normal, until the morning of my sister's baptism.

My mom, harried from trying to get everything ready, gets to come into the kitchen with a me crying saying "I tried to make the watermelon fly."

scaevolus · 1 year

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ethereal792 · 1 year

My sister and I had a fascination with fire for some reason. One time my sister, 2 of my neighbors, and I gathered up a couple of metal trash cans in our back yard and made fires inside of them. Not only did we look like a couple of homeless kids burning shit in trashcans, but we got in major trouble by my parents as well.

vortex222222 · 1 year

I sold rocks and bones on the side of the road by my house

jactimetrics · 1 year

We used to have one of those dog kennels to put the dog in when your gone or traveling. Well when I was... 7? 8? I used to climb into it and pretend i was traveling into space.

Also me and a friend used to go into my closet hoping that we would travel to narnia...

[deleted] · 1 year

Almost every house on one of the streets we lived on when I was little (we moved alot, military brat) had kids that played together with my little brother and I. One summer we invented a new game, I think we called it "car" or something stupid like that. It consisted of someone standing on the street corner on the look out for a car that would come down our street, they would yell "car!" when they saw and run back to the group of kids waiting further down the street. We had 8-10 kids clustered in the middle of the street, so the driver could see us all together when the headlights hits us. Then some of us would all scream "run!" and everyone would scatter, like we had been doing something wrong. I remember a lot of screeching breaks as we hid in the bushes. That lasted for a while, but my brother and I got sent to my grandparents for a visit and when we got back, some of the other kids said someone had called the police and they really did have a reason to run and hide.

phantom_shadows · 1 year

my family apparently couldn't afford a 'slip n slide' so we improvised with dish soap and water on the cement driveway. it was all fun and games until a cousin chipped a tooth.

[deleted] · 1 year

We had a field beside our house, probably about the size of a city block. There was a neighbor on the other side of it, who we thought was "weird" and probably "up to something." There was a creepy old shed there that I decided I needed to go investigate. So my sister and I got some walkie-talkies, and I had to sneak in while she hid in the field to keep an eye on the neighbors. It was pretty uneventful, but we felt like super spies at the time.

jjmichaud · 1 year

Another stair story, my friends and I used to jump from the top of the basement stairs to the bottom. We weren't totally stupid cuz we padded the landing area pretty good, but someone could have broke their neck

aznegglover · 1 year

I built a "rocketship" out of taped together boxes from Costco

Then I'll sit in them with my brother pretending to fly to the moon

My brother once pushed me off a park platform and I broke my right arm :/

foxymophadlemama · 1 year

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pornomfg · 1 year

Went to church.

Digipete · 1 year

At 8 years old a friend and I found a large box of .22 bullets. For some stupid reason we spent the rest of the day tapping them lead first into a tree stump with a hammer, and then hitting the rimfire a lusty blow with the same said hammer. We did this simply to watch the brass shell fly. It is a wonder that we still have all our eyes.

At 4 years old, my sister had me convinced that a 12"X12" heat duct between the first and second floor of my parent's farm house was actually an elevator. Only, of course, if you removed the grate from the floor of the second floor. I spent the day jumping up and down on the grate that was screwed to the first floor's ceiling. surprisingly it held.

atomofconsumption · 1 year

did you seriously get spanked as a child?

Anirak · 1 year

Huff raid.

pissblood · 1 year

When I was 4 or younger I would take those mini-egg chocolates and drop them into my cup. Then I would wait until the candy coat dissolved and drink the delicious water. Then take out the wet lumps of chocolate and eat them.

McFlyMarty · 1 year

When I was a kid, I lit the living room rug on fire. Years later I had constantly tardy attendance in school always wasting time with some crazy scientist. He had some cool music equipment, but was always distracting me from my studies.

After using his latest new invention, I found my mom to be in love with me, and I had no idea how to get back home.

After I got her and my dad back together, I told them that if they ever had a kid, to not get mad at him for lighting the living room rug on fire, so I guess it all worked out.

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