Weird stuff you did as a kid

When I was a kid (1-5th grade) I started a small little group with my friends. We'd walk around with sticks and pieces of pipes and called ourselves "a club". Anyway, this "club" would enforce the playground and everything. We kept the place clean and everyone obeyed us.

Eventually, other kids start their own little organizations and we had to compete for members. We did pretty fucking well. Sometimes it would turn into full out brawls with us waving sticks at each other like idiots. First kid to cry would be a loser and we'd all scramble away to not get in trouble. Those were the days. I missed owning the playground and other places :(

Have YOU done anything that odd?

- Arkans

[Parkbandit]

Let's see.. some stupid things I did as a kid:

BB Gun fights
Rock fights
Swinging as high as you can and then jumping out of the swing
Jumping off roofs

[Miss X]

Originally posted by Parkbandit
Let's see.. some stupid things I did as a kid:

Swinging as high as you can and then jumping out of the swing


Awww memories... We used to do that in my back garden in the hopes that we would break a leg and get a few weeks off school.

All of the kids who lived in my little cul-de-sac used to make little clubs too. We had the gerbil care club, the wildlife club where we would go around collecting insects and stare at them etc.

We also used to go and collect rose petals from all the gardens and stick them in a bucket of water, make it all mushy and try to create perfume. We would then take the petals, wrap them in kitchen towel and try and sell them....

[Czeska]

We used to trade Bonnie Bell lip glosses to try to get all the coolest flavors.

Boys are weird.

[Sweets]

We had an annual chestnut war. We made slings and crafty little weapons. Once someone jumped out of a tree at me. Somehow no one was majorly hurt. I was such a tomboy.

[peam]

BB gun wars were probably a high-point in stupidity.

One of my friends ended up getting shot almost directly between the eyes. The BB broke through his skull, passed through his brain, and lodged in the back of his head.

He spent about two weeks in the hospital, and we upgraded to paintball guns.

[Vixen]

I think my weird stuff qualifies as mean. I poured a bunch of water in the sandbox and told my little brother it was chocolate soup and he ate it...
There was this tree next to our house that had a hole in the base of it like a mouse hole looking thing. I "intellectually" wondered if I stuck a hose in there and turned the water on, would it come out of the branches. Little did I know there was a major thing of frogs in that tree that came literally spewing out.... Man were the neighbors PISSED. I was like 7 years old or something at the time.

[Makkah]

I used to eat dirt.

[ElanthianSiren]

I grew up in the Pocinnos, (and yea, I still can't spell it for crap); one of the things that our group of friends did up until age like 14 was skinnydip a lot... in the late winter/early spring in the ponds that didn't freeze. First person to get out was a pussy.

You know how they tell you not to walk on ice? We also used to do that a lot too to cross the larger lakes between properties. Grant it, our paretns had taught us things like laying down/spreading out if the ice started to groan, but it was still pretty weird and stupid in restrospect since we could have just walked around all the lakes.

-Melissa

[CrystalTears]

Originally posted by Czeska
We used to trade Bonnie Bell lip glosses to try to get all the coolest flavors.

Boys are weird.

Girls are weird, which is why I don't relate to many of them. Trade lip glosses?? :nutty:

I was with my friends blowing up old dolls and robots with firecrackers, and playing with my chemistry set.

[Fallen]

1. Hunt bees with licence plates.
2. Stare at shadows for prolonged periods of time
3. Not step on any cracks or divisions in pavement
4. Work under the belief that I was being "Watched" at all times
5. Play Gemstone

[Jorddyn]

My brother and I would turn our bar room into a giant slip and slide. Put on swimsuits, stack all the furniture on the bar, toss out a few buckets of water on the tile floor, and spend hours sliding around. It's a miracle we didn't at least break a bone. I used to think it was a miracle that mom let us do this. How cool was she? Turns out not at all. As an adult she pointed out that it was the only way the floor ever got cleaned.

Whenever my parents had company, I'd sleep under my bed. No clue why.

Jorddyn

[Doyle Hargraves]

I used to shit on myself.

[Jenisi]

I started a fight club. Sad part is, i'm not joking.

[Back]

Stupid kid tricks.

Two friends and myself had collected a bucket full of super-balls. We would get into a small room, and try to get as many ricocheting at the same time.

[Wezas]

Explore the big sewers in Springfield that go under interstate 95. Making it all the way through without a flashlight meant you were a bad ass.

Also cutting off bamboo and making it into psuedo weapons to play fight with was awesome.

Breaking into what we thought was an abandoned house by unscrewing the mail slot and reaching in to the doorknob.

...and as a result raking the leaves for the lady who owns the house (who was on vacation) for a month.

[DeV]

1. I'd play with ants. And by play I mean torture.
2. Catch lightening bugs at night and trap them in jars. Same with spiders but just to see how long it'd take them to die. ;(
3. Walk around talking gibberish all day because we'd pretend we knew how to speak a different language. (I have no idea which one though.)
4. Cut the hair off my one Barbie doll and put her in GIJoe gear, and I'd involve her in me and my brothers army play battles. (an early feminist protest perhaps)

[peam]

DeV reminded me of my Cricket Fights.

Take a group of six or seven crickets and put them in a jar.

Bury said jar for two or three days.

The cricket that has survived and cannibalized the others is the CHAMPION!!!

[Wezas]

That's evil Peam.

We made mazes for the Ciadas.

It makes me sad that it was over 17 years ago =(

[4a6c1]

When I was about 9 I started a database of all the religious and historical gods of the world. It was never finished but I know I got nearly 1500 of them with details such as "Birth Date", "Death Date", "Favorite color", "sons and daughters", "siblings", "favorite shape". I still have that laptop somewhere. Haha. Its fun remembering.

[Sean]

Originally posted by peam
BB gun wars were probably a high-point in stupidity.

One of my friends ended up getting shot almost directly between the eyes. The BB broke through his skull, passed through his brain, and lodged in the back of his head.

He spent about two weeks in the hospital, and we upgraded to paintball guns.

You have to be a kid for this? I know some folks who got into big trouble for it last summer who are older than I am.

[Wezas]

My brothers both had bb guns. Once I was in the backyard playing and the oldest one came chasing the other one with the gun. I ended up getting shot in the leg.

Heh, dad was not happy with them (he doesn't like guns to begin with).

[Hulkein]

Game called 'War.' We just went on the porch and threw stuff at eachother from each side... That stopped when my cousin got a concussion from a fake (but still heavy) red hammer.

Never really did the BB gun fights, but we had bottle rocket fights when we were a little older.

[peam]

Yeah, a bottle rocket combined with a PVC pipe that had one end sealed was vicious.

I did the BB gun fights, and fractured my arm jumping off a swing and trying to do a front flip. :duh:

I don't know if it was stupid, but we had an awesome game we'd play when it snowed. We'd take a normal sled, and drill a hole in it. Then we'd run a rope through the sled, and tie it to the axel of my 4-wheeler. One guy would drive, and the rest would play king of the mountain on the sled. The driver would just drive around in an oval path, and everyone would just dive and try to tackle you off the sled as it drove by.

It was a ton of fun, but the driver of the 4-wheeler really was in control. He could just slow down and make sure everyone had plenty of time to nail you...or he could speed up and everyone would have to dive out of the way of the rope/sled.

Then we had another game where 3 of us would play tag on dirtbikes with a tennis ball or a nerf football. That was pretty fun, too.

[Skeeter]

we had firework fights, where we would fire roman candles at each other. Genious.

we once stole a mason jar of gasoline to play with. The resulting fireball cost me a lot of hair. It's amazing I survived my childhood.

[Back]

We played a game called Dancing Under Death. We would stand around one guy who would shoot an arrow straight up, then wait for it to come back down and see who would or wouldn't get hit. The only one ever hit was me when the arrow grazed my leg.

[Edited on 5-13-2005 by Backlash]

[Skeeter]

remembered some others.

we had a version of bike tag, where you had to crash into the other bike to make the person "it"

Smear the Queer - one person has the football everyone else tries to level you. if you fumble you get to choose between the pile-on or the paddy-wagon

tackle football in the street probably wasn't the smartest in retrospect.

[Vixen]

we used to play hide and seek in this mammoth tree in our neighborhood. You couldnt leave the tree. It worked out great till my brother fell out of it and broke his arm in three places, and they said he would have to have it amputated....

(luckily my parents decided against it and hes perfectly fine now)

[DeV]

Our version of bike tag was pretty crazy. My older sister broke her arm, and her wrist twice as a result of falling off her bike since we'd be riding our bikes on gravel and rocks. The game was simple in itself as we'd race around on bikes and tag each other by hand but the gravel and rocks made it dangerous as hell.

[KymberlynX]

My friends and I played this game called "Statue Maker" where the person who is "it" spins everyone around the yard and when they say "freeze" the person has to stop and stay in the position he/she was in. When all the people are frozen in place, the statue maker has to decide what they look like in the positions they are in and that person has to act like whatever the statue maker says he/she is. The statue maker then picks the person who did the best at acting and that person would be the new statue maker.

We also played snake in the grass, which is a a game where you sit in a circle and the person who is "it" tells a story with a lot of esses in so he/she can try to make the other people crawl away, but once the storyteller says the word "snake" everyone has to crawl away as fast as they can and the person that the storyteller catches would be the next storyteller. It was a pretty fun game until my parents put up a tent in the back yard and my friends all punctured their knees on the posts.

[Latrinsorm]

Gouged at the eyes of action figures with a knife.

Wrapped tinfoil around my glasses (the lens part).

[Parkbandit]

Light saber fights with those long florescent tubes.

Swinging yo-yo games. I ended up catching a yo-yo square in between the eyes, which made a huge bruise which ultimately sank down to my eyes. I looked like a raccoon for about a week.

Super glue. Enough said there. Thank god for fingernail polish remover.

Rubber band wars - in school we quickly went from simple rubber band fights to using paper wads to eventually moving to aluminum foil missiles. When a friend of mine almost got his eye poked out.. we stopped.

Running things over with the lawn mower on purpose. Stones, sticks, etc.. and seeing how far they travel. We didn't have all the pansy ass safety equipment on our mowers back then.

Magnifying glass + sunny day + any insect we could find. My Dad had this really big one that was like the Death Ray.. vaporizing shitloads almost instantly. And yes, it will burn your own skin very quickly.

[Liberi Fatali]

I've got a little brother by the name of Krug (well, his real name is Tristan). Krug, as in, Freddy Kruger.

My older brother hates to lose at video games. When I beat him at Tecmo's baseball game for the NES, he was furious. He told Krug, whom was 4 at the time, to 'get me'. Krug left the room while I was basking in my glory. He came back with a fork in his hand, and he simply placed it on my leg. He had roasted it over the stove to get it scorching hot. I still have a fork-pronged scar on my right leg.

About a year later, when he was 5, I threw his yellow volleyball on top of the roof. He got a shovel out of the shed and hit me above my left eye, and then again under my chin. I think I was in the hospital for two days, and I still have those scars as well.

He's also the son of a bitch who got me allergic to yellow jackets. We had a beehive in our apple tree, and Krug had this bright idea that we were going to catch the bees in these crayon boxes. Krug took a bike lock up chain and hit the beehive full throttle -- he then ran, leaving me to 'catch the bees'. I got stung 11 times, and ended up in the hospital.

The stories could go on forever -- fires, guns, hedgeclippers... Krug is a menace to society. Coincidentally, it's Friday the 13th!

Tabor.

[Shari]

We used to create these massive Lego castles, complete with the people, furniture, multiple levels, etc. We'd then blow the bejesus out of it with firecrackers in our back yard. My dad was always wondering why there were half-melted Legos stuck in the pool filter.

When I was in elementary school we used to collect "spike bombs" (spiney seed pods that come off clovers that grow in cheap bermuda grass out here) dry them at home, and smuggle them in a ziplock baggy to school where we would throw them in each other's hair without getting caught.

The Lego thing, sadly, was all through junior high and high school.

And lastly, week-long water fights throughout the whole neighbor hood. Ah...summer vacation...

[Czeska]

One time I took a Barbie swimming in the bathroom sink, and her head filled with water. When i pulled it off to drain it, I accidentally snapped her neck. I hid it from my mom thinking it was "really expensive" and she'd be pissed. In hindsight, I realize mom was trying really hard not to laugh.

I named her Marie Antoinette Barbie, and she dated the Ken doll that had its hand mutilated by our dog's teeth.

[KymberlynX]

Originally posted by Czeska
One time I took a Barbie swimming in the bathroom sink, and her head filled with water. When i pulled it off to drain it, I accidentally snapped her neck. I hid it from my mom thinking it was "really expensive" and she'd be pissed. In hindsight, I realize mom was trying really hard not to laugh.

I named her Marie Antoinette Barbie, and she dated the Ken doll that had its hand mutilated by our dog's teeth.

One time I decided to let my Barbie take a bath with me and her hair melted...I was devestated.

My friend decided it would be neat to strip Barbie, tape her to a stick, and mount the stick on his fence posts so cars could see it as they drove by (thankfully, we didn't live on a busy street)

He's the same friend that used to hang my Charlie's Angels dolls from the attic of our other friends house.

When we were a LOT younger (4 or 5), we used to sit on the ground by a tree at the park and rub our french fries in the dirt, eat them, then say proudly "We eat dirt!"

[Iriscience]

Steal GI joes from Topps

[CrystalTears]

I would steal Garbage Pail cards/sticker packs from stores. I was a bad, bad girl. :(

[Sean of the Thread]

BB gun fights were fun as hell. We had a train trestle that was about 60 feet high and we fight each other to a flag in the middle. Talk about stupid shit and I still got a bb in the back of my thigh from it. I remember really lighting people up with my semi auto co2 uzi gun. Fun fun fun.

[Edited on 5-13-2005 by Xyelin]

[SpunGirl]

My friends and I had a game we liked to play called "Laundry," as in, "Let's go play Laundry." I had a HUGE basket of dress-up clothes, definitely the best collection in the neighborhood. My four friends and I (collectively, we were a club called the Silver Foxes) would take the basket down the street to the HUGE lawn in front of the mormon church that was in my neighborhood. We'd lay down and cover each other with the clothes, and one person would always put their head in the basket (which was turned sideways, to create the impression of clothes spilled haphazardly all over the grass).

Someone would invariably drive by and stop to investigate. When they got close enough, we'd jump up and screm "raaawwwr!" and scare them.

We also used to drape ourselves in the same dress-up clothes, covering our entire bodies and faces (usually by wearing a witch hat with a skirt secured over the brim). Then we'd walk around the neighborhood in twosomes, and before long a group of kids not cool enough to be in our club would start following us around. They'd decide, "That's Kristin and Lisa," so to confused them, we'd sneak across a backyard, ditch them, and run home. We'd get Susan and Jenny to dress up identically and walk around, then Lisa and I would join the kids following them (thus proving that it wasn't us).

Yeah, we had weird fun. We also had a clubhouse in Susan's backyard that had our club mascot in it, which was a plant named Bjkls (pronounced Be-jyk-el-iss). It was after the first letters of all our names - Beatrice, Jenny, Kristin, Lisa and Susan. Lisa was the oldest and therefore the leader, and when Beatrice moved to the neighborhood it was Lisa who said she had to be initiated by smearing mustard on her hand. Smear we did.

We did dances for our parents to "California Girls" and "The Locomotion." The dances were big productions, complete with refreshments and programs.

But I think Laundry was definitely the weirdest thing we did.

-K

[Kainen]

BB gun fights

hide and seek in full camo in the creek

slingshot/pea gravel fights (ouch)

hanging my barbies (til my mom realized I hated em) then hung my sisters

blowing up action figures with firecrackers

running random peoples bikes up a lightpole and tying then there so that the city had to come get em down

breaking into the neighbors house across the street to rearrange the stuff in the boys room (same age as we were)

putting random bugs in the microwave

magnifying glass + bugs = hours of fun

[Tsa`ah]

BB/pellet gun fights ... yes.
Bottle rocket/roman candle/spinner fights ... yes.
Jumping from roofs yes.
Trying to turn myself into Spider Man ... yes.
Trying to coax chickens to fly with a BB gun ... yes.
Getting shot in the asses with a BB gun by dad for trying to coax chickens to fly with a BB gun ... yes.

There was also my "inventive/building stupid shit" phase that was fueled by GI Joe cartoons and the A-team.

Most of the time it involved demolishing powered toys with moving parts, dismantling mom's throw away costume jewelry, and then combining the two into a death ray that would ultimately smoke and blow a fuse when I plugged it in.

There was the attempt at a rocket powered bike that would launch bottle rockets. Much more efficient than chasing down those little bastards while trying to light a fuse.

The first attempt involved my dad's old bike and every dud firecracker we could get our hands on. We emptied the contents of the duds into a pair of capped PVC pipes, stuffed the open end with tissue paper and a makeshift fuse, and then capped the open ends with drilled caps. The result ... much smoke and then PVC fragments all over the place.

Attempt two involved robbing dad of his gunpowder (loaded his own shells), using cast piping, and as a precaution ... tin snips to a metal garbage can for a shield. Thankfully we tried the unmanned version first. We used a giant stuffed teddy bear, borrowed from a friend's sister, as the test dummy. Big boom, lots of stuffing, big hole, smoking bear head ... and dad's bike seriously fucked up.

At a younger age, while we were stationed in Louisiana, we used to catch craw dads and deposit them in the area motel ice makers, or gather up road kill and deposit them in various hiding places around this "country" club that wouldn't allow non-members to play on the playground or swim in the pool.

Catching the craw dads was fun until this old guy that ran a road kill cafe started paying us a nickel a pound for our "mud bugs". Then it became work and no longer any fun.

[Farquar]

When my friends and I were younger, we would play a game we called lights out. We all had large play rooms or basements with lots of toys on the floor, mostly plastic, sports gear, nerf balls, action figures, etc. We waited till it would get dark outside. Basically, we all took toys in our hand and turned off the lights. Then we would sit quietly and wait for someone to make a noise, then everyone would whip whatever they had in their hand at the noise and try to hit the person behind it.

Another variant is we would just throw things in all directions trying to hit someone. Then we would turn the lights on and try to figure out who got who. Of course, when someone got hurt, no one could prove who threw what. It was my first lesson in plausible deniability.

[Toxicvixen]

I use to make tents with sheets, blankets and all the chairs in the house.

As far as weird goes, my cousin and I use to play downstairs in my grandma's house where a fully stocked bar was located. (what can I say my whole family is filled with raging alcoholics) Anyway My cousin would come into the bar where I was "bartending" and pretend to be drunk. I would fill his glass with soda and pretend to add alcohol (we didn't drink at that time) He would proceed to get beliegerant and run around yelling his was "drunk" at which that point I would pretend to call the cops on him. It was a whole big production. We also had a Police station set up in the guest house where we would sober up. :lol:

[TheRoseLady]

We used to play ghost in the graveyard, basically it was hide and seek, for hours and hours.

I had tons of dress up clothes and we used to get all dressed up and then go pick flowers from the lilac bushes of the neighbors for our weddings.

Grew up next to our family's floral business which included a greenhouse, we used to spend countless hours playing amongst the carnations and other flowers that were all about the place, the room with all the plants had a really super loamy smell. My brothers used to have mud ball fights, which resulted in a lot of broken glass (they used to have to clean it up...and then one of the guys would buy them bottles of soda from an old time soda bottle machine.)

We used to drag out these boxes that were long, reminds me of a casket size and slide down the hill in them. They came from some sort of floral material, but not sure what.

Also close by was a sawmill with HUGE mounds of sawdust, we used to play in that - amazing that the smell of sawdust takes me right back to when I was so little.

Lastly, our neighbor's father was a master carpenter. He built a playhouse for us, that was pretty big and to scale. It was pretty damn amazing.

Oh, we also made an economy. We bought, trade, and sold weapons (large sticks, pieces of pipe, wood for forts) with slate that we found. It was actually rather ingenious.

- Arkans

[TheRoseLady]

Originally posted by Arkans
Oh, we also made an economy. We bought, trade, and sold weapons (large sticks, pieces of pipe, wood for forts) with slate that we found. It was actually rather ingenious.

- Arkans

That just made me think of my little brother. We grew up in the backyard of many art potteries. Roseville pottery, Weller etc - and most importantly the Mosaic Tile Factory - he used to find shit loads of little tiles like the kind they used to make floors, bathrooms, counter tops from the 1x1 type and would clean them up and sell them to the neighbors.

He took that entrepreneurial streak into his adulthood as well.

[Back]

Originally posted by Tsa`ah
Trying to turn myself into Spider Man ... yes.

lol Spiderman. My mom made me the bitchenest Batman costume one year when I was like... 9. Her boyfriend at the time said, “Hey Batman! Suck in that gut”! While a great piece of seamstress work, the cape was a little long. The kids behind me kept stepping on it. It was like step step step, get the head yanked back, step step step...

Edna Mole was right!

[Tsa`ah]

Originally posted by Backlash
lol Spiderman. My mom made me the bitchenest Batman costume one year when I was like... 9. Her boyfriend at the time said, “Hey Batman! Suck in that gut”! While a great piece of seamstress work, the cape was a little long. The kids behind me kept stepping on it. It was like step step step, get the head yanked back, step step step...

Edna Mole was right!

I used to shock spiders with two wires attached to a 9 volt deep cell used for kiddie cars ... then try to get them to bite me.

:no: Didn't work.

[Tsa`ah]

An addition that just popped into my head ...

I was suspended in the 1st grade for whipping out mr willy and peeing on a group of girls.

My logic for this? I was taught to never hit girls. I was also taught to not be a tattle tell. After two weeks of getting beat up by this gaggle of 1st grade bullies ... I retaliated in the only way a 6 year old boy could without resorting to snitching or hitting ... I peed on them. Actually, I peed on one and chased the others.

[Vesi]

Lying in the driveway doing ant experiments (they were in the cracks). I would get a tiny piece of bread and drop it and watch them carry it forever and then take it away and put it way back from where they had started. I would also kill an ant and put it in their path to watch how the others reacted to it.

Catch lightening bugs and pull off the tails to make rings and bracelets. Also, would put them in jars for our rooms at night so we could watch them light up. (they always died)

Catch as many butterflies and moths as we could then take them inside and close off the doors to the living room and let them all out again and catch them over. (rinse and repeat) I can't believe my mom let us do this but I guess as long as we were out of her hair it didn't matter.

Have Barbie doll Miss America contests with my mother as the judge.

Go on vacation with my parents and (at the time) three sisters and the kids would sleep like this while traveling: one where the back windshield is, two on the seat and one in the floorboard. (this was before seatbelts) We would also just pull over when nature called and go right there next to the highway. (easier for boys... but the only male was my father and he would walk down to the woods)

Put on shows for our parents singing to records and then expanded to putting on shows for the kids in the neighborhood from out garage.

Trying to jump off my bed and fly like they did in Peter Pan and also spent many a night waiting for Tinkerbell to show up and take me away. (I soooo wanted to go to Neverland)

Decide to play a pretend game and spend hours describing what we looked like and how we would act then play the game about ten minutes.

Get on my cousin's party line (they lived way out in the country) and try to cause whatever trouble we could with people talking and try not to get caught. (it was an 8 party line so we had a good chance)

Going crawdad fishing with bacon and catfish fishing with shrimp. LOL


Some of these aren't really weird but just a few things I could think of offhand.

Vesi



[Edited on 5-14-2005 by Vesi]

[isebumples]

I would steal Garbage Pail cards/sticker packs from stores. I was a bad, bad girl.

-crystaltears

God, those things RULED!

AS far as making an economy, well, I made cash. In fourth grade I made over 300 bucks selling ninja turtle bookmarks to my classmates.

First grade though, I got in trouble 5 different times for throwing rocks at cars with my evil-ass friend up the road (fucker through bubbles in my eyes once). That stopped when I actually busted out his brother's windshield. Yes, the cars were driving at the time.

-Bumples player

[Asha]

Car surfing.
Having a girlfriend I have never kissed becouse it was too scary.
Skateboarding off a roof, everyday after school.
Breaking limbs nearly everyday. (usualy after school).
Building underground bases in forests.
Fun.

[Brattt8525]

I must be weird because I didn't do anything weird as a child. I feel sad now.:weird:

[Itachi]

Train Dodging...

[Killer Kitten]

We used to catch snakes. We'd start out in the early morning and catch all day. There would be two winners, one for the biggest snake caught and another for the most snakes caught. At dusk we'd let them all go again.

We had a game called Chinese Over The Wall. The person who was 'it' stood in the middle of the street and yelled 'Chinese over the wall!' Then we all had to cross the street, staying within established boundaries, usually two car bumpers. The it person tried to tag people, and everybody tagged joined him in the middle. Last person untagged won.

A variation of this was Uncle Sam. Again the it person in the middle of the street. All the kids on the curb would chant 'Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam, may we cross your dirty land?' The It person (Uncle Sam) would say, 'Not unless you have the color (then call out a color)'. If you were wearing that color you got safe passage across. Otherwise you had to run and could possibly be tagged and made to join the it person.

(I guess neither of those games would exactly be considered politically correct anymore, would they?)

There was also Red Rover. We'd form two lines by joining hands. Then one line would call the name of a person in the other line. They had to break through the line that called them. If they succeeded they got to go back to their original line, otherwise they had to join the line they couldn't break. This game resulted in many sprained wrists.

Release, which was like Hide and Seek with teams, but people caught went into a dungeon. You could free your teammates by touching a designated spot on the dungeon and yelling 'Release!' Smart teams posted a guard or three when the dungeon started getting full.

Often the lady next door, who I still think of as my surrogate mother, would build a campfire out back at night and we'd have a Mickey roast. Mickeys were potatoes wrapped in tinfoil and tossed into the coals. We'd put butter on them and they'd be charred black and absolutely delicious. We were only allowed to have a fire if she was with us and had to put it out when she left. Those were the best nights, though. Mickeys, marshmallows and spooky stories! (Thinking about it, I guess 'Mickeys' wouldn't be considered very politically correct either.)

We didn't have a lot of actual toys to play with. Everybody was pretty poor back then. Since we were all in the same boat, nobody ever really noticed. Besides, the greatest toys were when one of us found and dragged home one of those giant cardboard boxes that major appliances came in. We'd play with it until it disintegrated. The best thing was to all climb in and send it falling down a hill.

They should have gotten us toys, the hospital bills used to piss my mother off to no end.

Well, since this is only the internet...

After one of my friends got a poison ivy infection, I think I felt jealous, perhaps. I went into a fenced off area out of morbid curiousity and began rubbing poison ivy all over my body. Nothing happened.

And then two weeks laters something happened and I had to be hospitalized with cortisone introvenouses.

[Divinity]

We would soak a tennis ball in gasoline for a day and light it at night to play catch. It was kinda cool to see at night.

Go swimming during thunderstorms.

Build tunnels and igloos outside my Grandma's house during winter storms and camp outside. (Didn't usually last long though.)

[4a6c1]

Originally posted by Stanley Burrell
Well, since this is only the internet...

After one of my friends got a poison ivy infection, I think I felt jealous, perhaps. I went into a fenced off area out of morbid curiousity and began rubbing poison ivy all over my body. Nothing happened.

And then two weeks laters something happened and I had to be hospitalized with cortisone introvenouses.

:lol2: :lol2: :lol2: :lol2:

The imagery of that made me laugh so hard I went cross eyed for like 10 whole seconds.

[Parkbandit]

Forgot a couple.

We would build really big ramps to jump over on our bikes, skateboards and rollerskates. We didn't quite grasp the whole physics thing that states the steeper the ramp + the more speed = much bigger chance of killing yourself. Derek was the only one that ever broke anything.

We used to see who could do the most daring thing with a snapping turtle. The trick I remember the most was where someone would feed him very small pieces of hamburger with his bare hand. This wasn't a pet.. it was a snapping turtle we would first have to catch and drag out of a pond.

Couple retarded things we would do at the river (Which back in the day was the place where we would go to cool off) We had a rope swing which you could launch from one side of the river to the other. If you missed, you would either fall into the water or onto a rocky part of the river bend. We would also jump off the bridge across the river.

[Trinitis]

Originally posted by Backlash
Stupid kid tricks.

Two friends and myself had collected a bucket full of super-balls. We would get into a small room, and try to get as many ricocheting at the same time.

A friend and I used to do this in an elevator. Heh.

[Scott]

Well of course the bb gun/roman candle/rocket bottle wars.

Catching rattlesnakes up at our cabin house. Steve Irwin's technique does NOT work.

During big snowstorms, when the plows would push all the snow up on the corner of the streets. We use to dig them out and make an igloo. We learned the hard way how heavy it was on top when it came crashing down and shattered my friends legs as he was getting out.

Doing flips off the couch onto a beanbag chair. Ended up breaking my neck.

Knocking down hornets nests with tennis rackets. Nothing like slicing one in half and having to run to the water or a house without getting stung.

Jumping from a tree trying to grab another trees branch and hang out. My brothers friend broke both arms doing this and still has plates in them, almost 15 years later.

Building a zipline from one tree fort to the other using a rope and handle bars from a bike that was about 60 feet in the air.

Playing chicken with Jarts. Those lawn darts that got recalled awhile ago (if you're old enough), can't even sell them in garage sales anymore. I still have 2 sets though!

[Latrinsorm]

Originally posted by Killer Kitten
Smart teams posted a guard or three when the dungeon started getting full.NO BABYSITTING. :flamed:

[Vitruvian]

Hmm. lets see. Ill tell you the worst things I ever did!

1. My best friend and I found the keys to one of those HUGE tractor trailers in the back of my neighborhood. Of course we started it up, and drove it for the whole weekend. I think it was a holiday so no workers ever came to the site. We would drive this thing through trees, lakes, up hills, ran over fire hydrants. Finally after we noticed the gas was running low. Put a rock on the gas, jumped out, it only went 5-10, and let it drive right into the Builders Trailer, crushing it to pieces. The trailer kept on going up this hill and fell down into the Turnpike, causing traffic all day long. No one could move the thing, since it flipped. It was the worst thing I ever did. We booked. Never went back!

2. Always broke windows in new construction homes. As well as started fires in them. Never had the balls to let it burn! Once tried to burn my next door neighbors house down, but the patio screen wouldnt catch.

3. I stole from Wal-mart all the time. No I never shopped there. Just knew the security was shitty.

4. Used to ride my bike through parking lots with my BB gun , on a new canister , and shoot peoples windows out.

5 . I loved dropping lizards in cups of Sulfuric pool acid. Never hurt animals any bigger than that!

6. The day I got my driving permit, I was pulling into my driveway. My Mom kept saying "slow down now, hit the breaks" she had me so shook from the ride from the DMV. I accidently hit the gas and drove it through the garage door. LOL. Paint when all over it . My Mom was flipping. My Dad came running out laughing his ass off! I cryed like a bitch.

7. Oh yeah. I once pulled the fire alarm during lunch in my Middle school. They questioned me for a week about it. The principal came to my room and took me for a walk. Trying to get it out of me. Never got busted.

Lets see...

8. I once threw a rock at my brothers head. It was during a rock fight. So it could have been me. Also while wrestling , I mashed his head into the corner of the wall. It bled like crazy. He is now a Marine in Special Forces and I cant even get a damn hit on him.

9. Ok. I loved to climb trees. I once climbed a tree and hid till someone walked by. An elderly woman sat down right there, perhaps 40 50 ft up there. I needed to shite. I removed my pants and crapped on her leg. She screamed. But couldnt find me up there. She might have thought it was a Tropical bird??

10. I used to love throwing rocks at cars going by. Not fun when they stop and catch you.

11 There is a huge Fountain at the entrance of my parents home in Coral Gables. I once snuck up to it , and dropped 3 or 4 bottles of dish soap in it, It bubbled for days. The funniest thing ever. My Dad somehow knew it was me. But never did anything.

12. I was so bad at school, yet always in honrs classes getting the best grades. I never repsected any teacher or anyone for that matter. Once In middle school, a teacher was yelling at me, I stood on the desk and started making fun of how fat his wife was, this woman was HUGE. Knowing teachers cant touch you, I toremented the guy in front of 30 laughing kids. He walked over slammed me up on the front blackboard and yelled at me. At first I was stunned, but then I started laughing my ass off. After that, all the kids started laughing again too! I think I got suspended for 3 days.

[Edited on 5-14-2005 by Vitruvian]

[Edited on 5-14-2005 by Vitruvian]

[Vitruvian]

Tommorow Ill do the crazy things I did in college! But , Now I own my own RE brokerage. And abide by the rules of the land!

[Bobmuhthol]

<<12. I was so bad at school, yet always in honrs classes getting the best grades. I never repsected any teacher or anyone for that matter. Once In middle school,>>

Middle school = no honors classes.

[Sean of the Thread]

Vitruvian you are teh fuking NUTZ if half that is true..:bouncy: Number 9 just reminded me that I have to number 2 right now. Gotta run..

[Sean of the Thread]

Originally posted by Bobmuhthol
<<12. I was so bad at school, yet always in honrs classes getting the best grades. I never repsected any teacher or anyone for that matter. Once In middle school,>>

Middle school = no honors classes.

I was in all Honors in middle school is well. Where the fuk do you live where they don't seperate the smarties? Or do you mean you were not in any in middle school?

[Edited on 5-14-2005 by Xyelin]

[Vitruvian]

I swear to god there was honrs classes! Or at least there were classes that we took that the dumb kids obviously were not in.

[Vitruvian]

Yeah, I was bad, and its all true. It never really HURT someone, so, I wasnt as bad as some kids, never shot up a school, u know, it was all in good fun!

[Bobmuhthol]

<<I was in all Honors in middle school is well.>>

I'm sure it got you nowhere. On a college application, "Honors Middle School classes" isn't going to get you free tuition.

<<Where the fuk do you live where they don't seperate the smarties?>>

I live in Massachusetts. But it's a middle school. Sure, they separate the classes so the more advanced students are together, but they aren't honors classes. They hold the same weight as the other ones. I'm in all honors classes in high school (and just to brag, I'm in the highest sophomore class as a freshman). That's where it counts.

[Sean of the Thread]

Originally posted by Bobmuhthol
<<I was in all Honors in middle school is well.>>

I'm sure it got you nowhere. On a college application, "Honors Middle School classes" isn't going to get you free tuition.

<<Where the fuk do you live where they don't seperate the smarties?>>

I live in Massachusetts. But it's a middle school. Sure, they separate the classes so the more advanced students are together, but they aren't honors classes. They hold the same weight as the other ones. I'm in all honors classes in high school (and just to brag, I'm in the highest sophomore class as a freshman). That's where it counts.

I wasn't dogging you man I was just asking. Highschool in my opinion counts for nothing unless your heading ivy league. The middle skool honor classes were heads and shoulders above the regular classes and it was great prep for .. you guessed it honor classes in highschool.

[Bobmuhthol]

<<Highschool in my opinion counts for nothing unless your heading ivy league.>>

I'm not ruling that out, and that's why school is somewhat important to me. I refuse to let it rule my life and be one of those perfect beef wellingtons, but I also want to be in honors classes and never get lower than a C- term average or B- final average. I'm succeeding so far. I'm in the process of bringing my geometry average from 73 first semester to at least 80 final, which I'm very proud of.

As long as I can pay as little as possible for a good business college, I hold a high regard for high school.


Edited to add a t in important.

[Edited on 5-14-2005 by Bobmuhthol]

[Apotheosis]

that's the truth. if I hadn't been a burnout in highschool I wouldn't have chosen multimedia design as a field.

[Sean of the Thread]

Originally posted by Bobmuhthol
<<Highschool in my opinion counts for nothing unless your heading ivy league.>>

I'm not ruling that out, and that's why school is somewhat important to me. I refuse to let it rule my life and be one of those perfect beef wellingtons, but I also want to be in honors classes and never get lower than a C- term average or B- final average. I'm succeeding so far. I'm in the process of bringing my geometry average from 73 first semester to at least 80 final, which I'm very proud of.

As long as I can pay as little as possible for a good business college, I hold a high regard for high school.


Edited to add a t in important.

[Edited on 5-14-2005 by Bobmuhthol]

I hate geometry.

[Vitruvian]

Can we get back on topic?

[Latrinsorm]

Originally posted by Vitruvian
Can we get back on topic? We're talking about what Bob did as a kid (i.e. now). How is that not on topic?

[Back]

This IS a great topic. I read a few of the posts aloud to my co-workers yesterday. Come to find out, the Jr. Designer ran a Salamander Club in her neighborhood when she was a kid. But the story was sad.

She had a salamander wedding at her school. The groom rode in on a toy monster truck. While the ceremony went well, the honeymoon was soon over. They had left the salamanders in a tank in the classroom, in the sun, while they left for some other activity. When they came back, the room was baking and stank. :(

[Keebler]

Oh dear lord where do I start....

Well I read several people had bb gun fights...me and my cousins...in arkansas(backwoods) had .22 fights....real guns yes, for those who know, we used 22 shorts...so not much power at all and we wore body armor stopped when we shot a cow on accident...apparently it was ok with our folks if we shot each other..but the cow...that's just too far

then there's the flaming frog/toad...a hopping ball of fire, though i was never the one to light them just watched

roman candle fights were always a hit on the 4th of july

another 4th hit was with the mammoth smoke bombs(they produce heavy smoke for about 3-5 minutes)...we'd stick them in street drains and sewers all around the block and just watch the smoke billow out...oddly the fire department never came(we liked the big red trucks)

me and a friend accidentally set the field next door on fire once...surprisingly my parents were happy about it because it made the land unattractive(so no one would buy it)

by far the best incedent was when we turned a model rocked into a fully launchable exploding projectile(missile) we shot a sandcastle with it....it went boom :-)

[Drew]

I broke my arms six times. When I was really young I tied a towel around my neck and tried to fly off the the second story (that was one break).

[Izalude]

Hmm.... Stupid things...

I guess the dumbest thing I did was make home-made napalm and bring it into the woods, near my parents' house when we were camping one night. We tested it to make sure it worked first, and it was a success. So we light up about a cup full of it to start a campfire for the night, and one of my idiot friends, trips over the five gallon spackle bucket that had our homemade napalm in it... The napalm splashes everywhere.. The ground was now saturated in liquid napalm... For those of you that are unfamiliar with napalm, it burns VERY HOT... It is somewhat difficult to ignite, but once it starts burning, it could melt an engine block given enough time...

That night, it was also very windy... The wind spreaded the fire like crazy. Thankfully, however, we were able to get it under control, and only about a 30 square foot area got roasted. We all got burned pretty bad... pants, shoes, legs and feet were burned beyond recognition by stomping on it... We all spent the next day in the hospital. That, however, was a small price to pay for nearly starting a forest fire. Needless to say, we never messed with Napalm again, after that day.

Though I wasn't part of this one, my friends took a few Estes model rocket engines, and extracted all the powder to try and make a small canister bomb. My friends Chris and Brian stuck it in the dirt, and went to light it, and it exploded instantly. My friend Chris got fragments of plastic in his eye, and half his face... He had 3rd degree burns, and needed skin grafts and stitches. It was bad.

I didn't see anyone mention this, so I thought I'd be the first. Those are the dumb things we nerds did in High School... Now on to the things we're still kind of in awe about...

In those same woods, we built three rather intricate bridges. The first one was at a natural stream that runs through the woods, that cuts into a hill, forming a tiny canyon... It was about 30 feet wide, and 12 feet down. It was annoying jumping across the stream in the morning when we're running to school late... So during spring break in our Freshman year of High School, we started researching a few bridge designs... We came up with some plans to build a double-truss suspension bridge so we could not only walk, but have it strong enough to ride bicycles or ATV's across. Three weeks and $320 later, we built the bridge, which to this day, still stands and is used daily.

The second bridge we built went over another wider stream. It was a more simple design that curved upwards to avoid when the stream gets overflooded. That took us about a week.

The last one was a 10-foot long wood and rope bridge that we put up to connect two abandoned tree stands. We converted them into a fort for one of my friend's younger brothers. This one unfortunately doesn't exist anymore... Lightning struck one of the trees that had the stand in it, and the bridge came crashing down shortly thereafter.

[Edited on 5-17-2005 by Izalude]

[HarmNone]

Building those bridges was really cool! I can imagine the thrill for you kids, seeing your bridge still in use. That would be soo neat! Sorry about your rope bridge, though. :(

[Alfster]

Kids do the darndest things.

I was a pyro, and because of this I played with gasoline a lot. I am partly responsible for burning down the same area of woods...twice.

Bottle rocket wars were always fun although this is still something I do every fourth of July, the only differnece being that I'm drunk now when I do it.

Everyone in our neighborhood had a BB gun and we'd usually end up playing guns with it. The only real rule was you could only pump it twice...but on long shots I was known to pump it 10+ times. One of my friends to this day still has a BB in his knee from me.

I was also a big fan of egging houses, at least up until the cops came to my house.

There are more, but I'm feeling lazy and don't want to type them out.

I'm amazed I'm still alive and have all of my fingers.

Edited because I'm a fucking moron right now

[Edited on 5-17-2005 by Alfster]

[Keller]

The craziest story of my childhood: I drove down to my aunts house in Sarasota with a few friends my senior spring break. My cousin, who was 4 years older than me (he od'd last year), was in a rock band and had just won some battle of bands competition in Tampa. With part of the money they won they threw a party at a house on Siesta Key and we were invited to go.

I guess the house belonged to the grandparents of my cousins friend who were out of town often. It was a small mansion on the west side of the key above a sea wall. After a few hours of reckless alcohol consumption the my cousin, his next-door neighbor, my friends, and I ended up sitting on the sea wall looking up at the stars. This kid walks up next to us and starts to ramble about something which I paid no attention to. Then all of a sudden he stops mid-sentence and exclaims, "hey, I see a manatee!" We all sit up and sure enough there is a manatee about 10 feet off the sea wall, lazily riding the waves.

My cousins next door neighbor who had an extraordinary propensity for being retarded (he robbed a quicky-mart with a bb gun) told us that he was going to ride the manatee. Not believing him, my cousin goaded him on telling him he was full of shit. Eric, the next door neighbor, partially due to a damaged ego and partially to the extreme amount of jack daniels he had consumed, got angry with my cousin, telling him he never took him seriously. My cousin realized Eric was taking it too seriously and backed off but the seed was already sprouting.

We all sat in an awkward silence for a minute or two, focusing our attention on the manatee. All of a sudden Eric gets up and paces back 15 feet from the wall. Anticipating a show I couldn't believe he was going to try this. My cousin was actually trying to talk him out of it. No sooner did I realize the complications of the situation (a sea-cow pissed off at a drunk Eric) than he began to sprint. He planted firmly on the concrete edge, leaped forward, and landed directly on the back on the manatee.

He proceeded directly through the manatee into the warm gulf water.

You see, the manatee had been dead for what I assume was multiple weeks. The only thing holding his rotting inards together was the thick manatee hide -- which was split in two when Eric hit it, making manatee stew of the Gulf of Mexico.

[Parker]

That's horrid.

Must have smelled something like my uncle lester :\

When we were kids, we were incredibly architects, we put a fort about 45 feet up in a tree, which was lopsided. Our next genius idea was to attach ropes to the bases of surrounding trees and put pullies on them to slide down at an UNGODLY rate of speed.

Unfortunately, my friend John broke his jaw, arm, leg and several ribs when we realized our flaw. If you attach a rope to a tree, and slide down the rope, you're going to stop when you hit the tree.

[The Cat In The Hat]

When I was a kid...

Do you remember that movie, I think it was called "The Hand"? This guy and his familys driving down a highway, and he sticks his arm out the window and a semi truck goes by and cuts his hand off. The hand then decides it's going to crawl around and kill people.

My cousin Tommy and I watched that movie one night, and then my parents sent us to bed. We were about 5 or 6 at the time and it scared us sooo bad we decided that the reason the hand was so angry was because it was muddy.

In an effort to kill it and wash the mud off it, we spent about 2 hours filling up little pink elephant sippy cups (like the ones you get at an amusement park) in the bathroom, carrying them to my room and dumping them down the heat vent, because we were convinced that the hand was living there.

Needless to say, by the time we were caught, the furnace no longer worked and soon after that my ass was no longer white.

Daddy was not happy...

[Skirmisher]

Hrm...fire and explosives.

Well i wasn't a huge pyro, but my sisters friends were like outdoorsman/hunters/campers and the like. One of the things they enjoyed to do was make their own bullets. Because of this they had gunpowder in the house so once when we were over one evening the boys tamped a small hole in the ground i would say about a foot deep or so maybe an inch in diameter and poured in gunpowder? (i'm assuming it was gunpowder) and lit it.

There was this roman candle sprkler kind of effect shooting from the ground and lighting up the back yard as if it were daytime for like 15 seconds or so. Very impressive but also scared the heck out of me.

I'm still shocked they didnt end up blowing themselves or someone else up.

[Parker]

Well i wasn't a huge pyro, but my sisters friends were like outdoorsman/hunters/campers and the like. One of the things they enjoyed to do was make their own bullets. Because of this they had gunpowder in the house so once when we were over one evening the boys tamped a small hole in the ground i would say about a foot deep or so maybe an inch in diameter and poured in gunpowder? (i'm assuming it was gunpowder) and lit it.


I'm surprised it didn't explode.