Stupid Stuff You Did When You Were a Kid

[Loyal]

I was at a family friends house and I used to play with their daughter because she was my age. We were out of sight from our parents and I found a three prong gardening type thing and I told her, "Don't move." I started plunging the implement around her foot

She moved.

I plunged the three prongs into her foot and she screamed. I felt bad but I also didn't want to get into trouble. I said "Shhh! They'll find out!"

Tattle tale!

 

[Loyal]

"raps skull with fist and looks at @snackdaddy. C'mon Snack, you must have some stories since you inspired this thread!

 

[Tano]

I didn't do this but two friends of mine in high school were throwing a switchblade into the ground to see who could get closest to the foot.

Needless to say an artery was hit on top of the foot and blood came shooting out.

Another friend of mine who was nearest the two jumped in and put I believe iirc a towel around the foot immediately to stop the blood flow.

Probably saved his life

 

[Memento]

Ah, lemme think of all of the shit I got up to in school. I got frustrated with a couple of bullies in middle school (teasing me because I have autism, even though I spent most of my time in the same classes as everyone else; that didn't stop them from calling me a "retard" and plenty of other names. Others in my group of people who had learning disabilities and spent time in a quiet classroom to get away from the asshole kids; I still remember them because they were my only friends in that school - Louis, Kevin, J.J., and Gabby were the ones I interacted with most.) and I screamed, "I'll fucking shoot you when I see you again!"...in front of a teacher. Cue one week of suspension.

In elementary, I called one kid my "archenemy" because I thought the word sounded cool. He wasn't even mean to me; he just ran off in tears, and I didn't know why at the time.

And in high school, I was suspended multiple times for insulting teachers (because I was so done with teachers turning blind eyes from my time in middle school). And...I feel ashamed to admit it, but I turned into a bully myself during my freshman and sophomore years at a private school for kids with similar disabilities to mine. It didn't make me feel any better; I only hated myself more.

I did a lot of stupid shit as an adult as well, but it's my actions as a teen - particularly online, where I did some really terrible things to a group of teenaged friends - that haunt me even to this day.

 

[CGI_Ram]

Bottle rocket wars.

One team on one side of the church parking lot, one team on the other.

Rules: shoot at each other.

What could go wrong?

 

[CGI_Ram]

Tag - in new construction.

Rules: find a house that is ready for drywall, but doesn’t have any yet. The boundary is the house structure. Ready set climb and GO! Tag, you’re it.

What could go wrong?

Man, I could keep going….

 

[RhodyRams]

Tag - in new construction.

Rules: find a house that is ready for drywall, but doesn’t have any yet. The boundary is the house structure. Ready set climb and GO! Tag, you’re it.

What could go wrong?

Man, I could keep going….

funny, back in the day all new houses under construction were great for scrap wood for tree houses. Well, maybe some of it wasnt quite scrap wood.


Got my first job as a laborer on a construction site because I (and a few of my friends) knocked down all the rafters they had cut during the day, then leaned them against the side of the house ready for installation the next day. After piling up a trailer pulled by a go-cart my friend had with wood, we decided to knock down all the rafters. A guy came out of nowhere and picked me right up by the back of my shirt while everyone else got away. It was either call the cops or manual labor, and my mother just looked at the guy and said "work his ass off"

 

[Loyal]

May Mom is 83 years old and she mentioned this story the other day on the phone.

We got a new ping pong table and I liked bouncing the ping pong balls. They made a satisfying sound and bounced pretty good. Mom decided that my two sisters and I had to go with her. Grudgingly, I stuck two ping pong balls in my pocket and jumped into the Rambler station wagon.

Anyway, we went to one of those banks with wood paneling and marble floors that was silent as a library. People were there on their lunch hour and most were wearing suits. People dressed up more back in those days, shuffling forward when a window became free. I was bored out of my skull and so I took out a ping pong ball nd started bouncing it off the floor and the wall. It was loud and everyone looked toward me and I was unaware that I was making a scene. My Mom was embarrassed and she grabbed me and sat me down hard in a chair.

"Mom, you're busting my balls!"

The line of quiet businessmen and women roared....

 

[RhodyRams]

May Mom is 83 years old and she mentioned this story the other day on the phone.

We got a new ping pong table and I liked bouncing the ping pong balls. They made a satisfying sound and bounced pretty good. Mom decided that my two sisters and I had to go with her. Grudgingly, I stuck two ping pong balls in my pocket and jumped into the Rambler station wagon.

Anyway, we went to one of those banks with wood paneling and marble floors that was silent as a library. People were there on their lunch hour and most were wearing suits. People dressed up more back in those days, shuffling forward when a window became free. I was bored out of my skull and so I took out a ping pong ball nd started bouncing it off the floor and the wall. It was loud and everyone looked toward me and I was unaware that I was making a scene. My Mom was embarrassed and she grabbed me and sat me down hard in a chair.

"Mom, you're busting my balls!"

The line of quiet businessmen and women roared....

and Moms been carrying your balls in her purse ever since !!!

 

[snackdaddy]

"raps skull with fist and looks at @snackdaddy. C'mon Snack, you must have some stories since you inspired this thread!

Oh boy do I! I remember having a BB gun shootout with my neighbor. I had one of those pump action BB guns. We were hiding being trees shooting at each other. Then all of a sudden he jumps out and screams "I CAN'T SEE! I CAN'T SEE!" His mom came running out. Took him to emergency. Thank God he didn't lose an eye. But he had to have a patch over it for a couple weeks.

Or the time I talked my best friend into climbing a tree to get the football I kicked up there. The branch broke. He fell. Hit his head on a table below and was knocked out. I thought he was dead. I ran screaming to his mother "MARTY'S DEAD! MARTY'S DEAD!" He ended up with a slight concussion and broken arm. I did say "I guess that was a bad idea".

 

[Memento]

May Mom is 83 years old and she mentioned this story the other day on the phone.

We got a new ping pong table and I liked bouncing the ping pong balls. They made a satisfying sound and bounced pretty good. Mom decided that my two sisters and I had to go with her. Grudgingly, I stuck two ping pong balls in my pocket and jumped into the Rambler station wagon.

Anyway, we went to one of those banks with wood paneling and marble floors that was silent as a library. People were there on their lunch hour and most were wearing suits. People dressed up more back in those days, shuffling forward when a window became free. I was bored out of my skull and so I took out a ping pong ball nd started bouncing it off the floor and the wall. It was loud and everyone looked toward me and I was unaware that I was making a scene. My Mom was embarrassed and she grabbed me and sat me down hard in a chair.

"Mom, you're busting my balls!"

The line of quiet businessmen and women roared....

"YOU SONOFA!"

@Loyal 's balls.

 

[BuffaloRam]

We had a trampoline that we put next to our neighbours pool and would take turns jumping off a second storey balcony. First person to miss the trampoline or pool loses. First time I broke my arm!

 

[Loyal]

We had a trampoline that we put next to our neighbours pool and would take turns jumping off a second storey balcony. First person to miss the trampoline or pool loses. First time I broke my arm!

Great story and a painful one!

 

[norcalramfan]

Let's see, where to start? Ok, it was probably "61 or "62 and I was 7 or 8 and my little brother would have been 3 or 4 years old.
We were in the front seat of the family's '49 Plymouth (parked on about a 10 degree slope) checking out knobs and levers to see what did what, when we happened across the parking brake. Well, being the sensible person I am, I hopped out of the car and ran to the house to tell mom David was headed down the hill. It turned out not too bad, with the car stopped about 30 yards away in our Katy Korner neighbors yard about 7 or 8 feet from their living room window and an awesome set of tire tracks in their lawn.
What did I learn? My mom, even at her advanced age of 32 or 33, could, when properly motivated, run REALLY fast.
More to follow.

 

[fearsomefour]

Ah, lemme think of all of the shit I got up to in school. I got frustrated with a couple of bullies in middle school (teasing me because I have autism, even though I spent most of my time in the same classes as everyone else; that didn't stop them from calling me a "retard" and plenty of other names. Others in my group of people who had learning disabilities and spent time in a quiet classroom to get away from the asshole kids; I still remember them because they were my only friends in that school - Louis, Kevin, J.J., and Gabby were the ones I interacted with most.) and I screamed, "I'll fucking shoot you when I see you again!"...in front of a teacher. Cue one week of suspension.

In elementary, I called one kid my "archenemy" because I thought the word sounded cool. He wasn't even mean to me; he just ran off in tears, and I didn't know why at the time.

And in high school, I was suspended multiple times for insulting teachers (because I was so done with teachers turning blind eyes from my time in middle school). And...I feel ashamed to admit it, but I turned into a bully myself during my freshman and sophomore years at a private school for kids with similar disabilities to mine. It didn't make me feel any better; I only hated myself more.

I did a lot of stupid shit as an adult as well, but it's my actions as a teen - particularly online, where I did some really terrible things to a group of teenaged friends - that haunt me even to this day.

School can be hard and kids can be mean.
In hindsight the bullying and anxiety and stuff is sort of silly, but, in the moment it is so tough to rise above.
I did throw a desk at a teacher once and managed to not get suspended, didn't get suspended from school ever, which is sort of surprising because I was an uninterested student and kind of a drunk as a high schooler.

 

[fearsomefour]

We had a trampoline that we put next to our neighbours pool and would take turns jumping off a second storey balcony. First person to miss the trampoline or pool loses. First time I broke my arm!

Kids are amazing man.....young and invincible would be a great way to go through life.....

 

[fearsomefour]

When I was a junior in high school my best friend (still is) had a drug problem. Back when cocaine was still mostly cocaine. Or so I heard.
Anyway, he would go on a run and would be for a couple of days at a time. We wouldn't hang out when he was in that state because it just wasn't my thing.
He calls my house about 11pm one night. This was back when there was just the one central landline phone in the house. My room was right by the phone. I answered after two rings. My parents, both heavy sleepers, didn't hear it. My buddy was freaking out. He had been for over two, maybe approaching three days and was in full paranoid state. He was convinced there was a WW 1 German soldier (with the Kiser helmet) was in the corner of his bedroom and anytime he tried to get up off his bed to leave it would start to come after him. I tried to explain to him he was hallucinating and he needed to relax and try to sleep. He started crying......ok, ok, I'll come over. When you see me pull up climb out your bedroom window and get in my car. The soldier won't expect and he can't follow us.
He bought it.
So, I pull up outside of his house.
A few seconds later his window opens and he runs out and jumps in my passenger seat.
He had a bottle of vodka with him because he was trying to go to sleep.
He was only wearing his boxers.
He was coming down already and was fading quickly. His paranoia lessened greatly and he finished the booze.
About 4 am he was calm and ready to go home and was drifting off to sleep/passing out now and then.
We were near his house when......boom, a police cruiser lights me up.
I tried to explain to him without ratting my friend out. Basically said he was home with his girlfriend and they were drinking and got into an argument. I came and got him so things wouldn't escalate and was now taking him home, she wasn't there and everything would be fine.
He didn't bust him for drinking and sort of ignored how out of it he was.....but, we did get a citation for being under 18 and out after curfew.
The policeman followed us to his house, where his parents were waiting.
He talked to them and then made me call my parents before leaving.
It was a different time.
Not busted for drinking and the cop following us the last mile to my friends house to make sure everything was cool.
The hard part however, was later trying to explain to my father why I was out at 4 am in my car with an empty bottle of booze and why was my friend only wearing boxers?
All these decades later.....Im still not sure my dad buys it.

 

[norcalramfan]

So, I will move quickly past playing with matches under a mature pine tree with a few years worth of dead pine needles at our feet and jump to late '71 or early "72. I was 17 by then and not really a kid anymore, but my friends and I had our drivers licenses by then and were capable of real damage doing stupid stuff.
One Friday or Saturday night we were "Cruising the Creek". Think "American Graffiti" but a few years later and a few miles North and East of Modesto in Walnut Creek, Ca. ( We still were listening to "The Wolfman" though, we could pick him up at night when he was on XERB). This was before "Cruising" was banned by old fuddy duddys in charge of making City Ordinances".
I was not driving. We were in Jim's car, a "67 Malibu with a 283 small block and a 3 speed manual transmission. Jim was maybe 4 years older than the rest of us, a friend from Bethel Island where my friend Kenny's parents had a weekend home. Being older Jim had a job earning money he spent mostly on his car including nice fat tires. ( I was running retreads on my "61 Galaxy.)
There were four of us in the car. Jim was driving, Kenny had shotgun and I was in the backseat with my big mouth and another friend.
So we were going up and down South Main Street when we passed by, going the other direction a '69 Olds Delta 88 with what was probably a big block 455 and probably automatic transmission. These guys were older, out of high school, and maybe looking to impress younger females with older ladies being wise to their ways.
Words were exchanged and I don't remember exactly what I said but they replied something to the effect "we better not see you again". Well maybe one pass later we were going the same direction and more words were exchanged and I believe the words
"Yo mama" escaped my lips and the chase was on.
Fortunately we were headed North near Ygnacio Valley Road and made a quick left and then another onto 680 Southbound with a quick merge onto 24 and points west. Jim's' 3 speed had gained us some distance early but there was no way we were going to outpace a 455 big block over the long run. So, from the left hand lane doing in excess of 120 MPH, approaching the Central Lafayette exit which was a cloverleaf design, and the Olds' about 30 yards behind, Jim makes a hard right hand turn to make the exit.
I believe the fat tires Jim was running made the difference, we would have rolled over a few times otherwise and the Delta '88 didn't even try to make the turn and had to go another few miles to the Upper Happy Valley Road exit to turn around.
This excitement ended the fun for the evening and we retired back to Kens' house for a beer to (Jim could buy) calm down and to tell me to keep my mouth shut next time.