Stupidest thing you did as a kid!!!!

[Micro469]

This story is PG13. You may have heard the story about some dumba$$ that took a leak on an electric fence. WELL THAT WAS ME. In my early teens my buddy and I had a favorite fishing hole behind a car dealer that had a farm next to it. Keep in mind I had NEVER seen any form of livestock on the property. After a few sodas, I had to find a porta-tree to do my business. I strolled over, saw this old electric fence that I thought couldn't possibly work. Get this, I even quickly touched it to make sure it didn't work and it didn't zap me. So I fire up the pump, open the valve, and begin to saturate the entire area in the typical male way . . . spelling my name, some loop da loops, I think you get the picture. Then as I'm marking my territory, I see the electric fence and think how cool it would be to get away with pi$$ing on it. I take aim, release, and begin to give it a good soaking. I'm thinking how cool I am as this little voice is screaming inside my head NOOOOOO! About that time, ZAP!, I'm laying on the ground wondering what had just happened. Words can't describe the pain I had felt for that split second of shangra-la. I now know for the rest of my life exactly how an electric fence works. I never realized some "pulsed" current through them.

This is my story and I'm sticking to it. Just ask my buddy that still brings it up every time I see him.

Do you have any children????

[Micro469]

When I was about 9 or 10, A friend of the family took me fishing with his kids. This was back in the time firecrackers were still legal up here. I had a couple of packs of Ladyfingers with me, They are a lot of fun to blow up anthills. Anyway, while fishing, I decided to light a whole pack and throw it into the water to see it explode. I was 9 right?? When I threw it I let go too soon and the crackers fell into my rubber boot and went off. I danced around like afreaken idiot until I finally ended in the water over my boot and doused the ladyfingers. I ended up with my entire ankle completely burned and blistered. I still have the scarr. That's the last time I ever got any fireworks.....

[Ma3tt]

Just a quick one.... you know those blinking Don't Walk signs, if you take one of those home it is a 'felony' but luckily if you are underage and know the cops that arrest you then you only spend one night in jail. Then on every job appliction after that on that one line you get to chuckle and say "Convicted? I was never actually convicted!" Thank goodness too it would have hampered my peace officer career.

[SteveH]

Well, I did soooo many stupid things, it's a wonder I'm still alive, but I'll tell as story about something that did not survive. Must have been about 4 or 5 years old, we lived on a farm, and we had a cat that was supposed to be mine, but I could never catch the cat to play with it. One day I was able to catch the cat, and because I wanted to be able to catch it in the future, I tied it to a small tree. (Sure seemed like the thing to do to a 4 year old) The next morning there was a dead cat hanging in the tree!

[Ira]

Well, I did soooo many stupid things, it's a wonder I'm still alive, but I'll tell as story about something that did not survive. Must have been about 4 or 5 years old, we lived on a farm, and we had a cat that was supposed to be mine, but I could never catch the cat to play with it. One day I was able to catch the cat, and because I wanted to be able to catch it in the future, I tied it to a small tree. (Sure seemed like the thing to do to a 4 year old) The next morning there was a dead cat hanging in the tree!

Doesn't sound like you did anything stupid at all.

The CAT did.

[Miriam C.]

Little girls don't do stuff like that---right!

Heres one you can all relate to: My friend Brenda and I were on our own at her house. I think we were 11. We had orders to take the sheets off the clothes line. Welllll we got them folded and got it in our heads to parachute from the lower part of her roof. We were small kids and figured we would almost float. (at 11).

That didn't work so we picked our hurt feet up and played Barbie----right!!!! We didn't own Barbie or any other doll so I get it in my head that we weren't high enough to get enough air under the sheets.

Up to the second story we went. Down like a rock we flew. Man that hurt. It took us a few minutes to get up that time. And yes my hair was almost white in the summer.

Fortunately Brenda wasn't blond or dumb and we didn't go to the top eve of the roof as I wanted.

My mom wonders how I survived but I don't remember doing dumb or dangerous stuff. Just having fun and trying to keep up with the guys who were getting bigger and stronger. See Brenda moved away and there weren't anymore girls dumb enough to go camping or fishing or build grass huts with me.

Had to drag my poor little sister outta the house cause mom wouldn't let me be the only girl. Said something about reputation that I never quite understood. I mean how hurt can you get playing football or fishing.

[Greg M]

My brilliant moment came when I was around seven years old. It was the middle of October, right after fire prevention week. The fashion of the time was to run particularly gruesome movies for the younguns to warn them of the dangers that await them (Blood on the Hiway, anyone?). Well, after seeing a family that had been burnt to death when the cat knocked a lamp that had been left on behind the couch, and other such tales, I was in a heightened state of paranoia. When I knocked over a lamp in my sisters room (not turned on even, I should note) those images came rushing to the forefront, and it became imperative that I get that lamp unplugged before we all died. So, I start pulling at the plug where it connects to the extension cord, yes I said extension cord. I was too stupid to think about pulling the extension cord out of the wall. The plug was good and jammed so, to get better leverage I grabbed it in my teeth and startred pulling. I then saw the most amazing blue colour you could ever imagine and started flopping about on the floor. The jerking was enough that it pulled the cord out of my mouth, but it could have easily not been.
I had this lovely burn scar inside my upper lip for several years afterward, and a healthy respect for electricity ever since, but I still want the head of the twit that thought you should show movies like that to seven year olds.

-Greg

[apratt]

Well let see I was in high school and it was Febuary, we had snow on the ground and the road was like a sheet of ice. Well off to school I went on my motorcycle. 3 miles to school, I did fine no problem. Just took it easy untill I got to the school parking lot with all the kids standing around, I decided to show off. I gave a good twist to the throttle.......... ended up sliding on my butt for 40 - 50 feet.
Another time, this has been told over the dinner table so many time, I was to young to remember this. My dad was setting up the croquet set and I was begging my dad could I set the post in. I kept bugging him, so he finally gave in. He told me "now when I nodd my head hit it ok". Well...............





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He nodded his head and I hit it. My brothers saw the whole thing they took off around the trailer and laughed their a%% off.

[Podunkfla]

Hmmm… I did a lot of stupid things when I was a teen. But, these two stand out as the stupidest. My friend Roger had a cool dad who would always buy him the best toys. We were poor, so I had to make my own toys mostly. I got pretty good at it early on. At about 13 I really wanted a scooter. Of course, my mom wouldn’t think of letting me get one… couldn’t afford it anyway. So, I hunted around my usually junky friends and found a 1948 Cushman scooter. I got it for 15 dollars. Naturally, it wouldn’t run, so I learned how to rebuild little engines and fixed it. Mom just couldn’t take it away from me after all that work; so at 13 I had a cool scooter! Was the envy of the neighborhood.

‘Ol Roger just had to have one too. He begged and pleaded with his dad until he finally bought him Sears Moped. It was a pretty neat little 50cc thing and he rode it all over everywhere. Still my old Cushman would always outrun it. ‘Ol Roger kept on browbeating his dad until he finally got him a Sears Allstate Vespa. Now, Roger was top dog, and oh how he gloated over having such a nice ride. It was a real girl getter too. I wanted one bad. I was 14 now and had a paper route (actually 2) making pretty good money for a kid. I found a used Cushman Eagle for $200. and bought it. That was a lot of money back then for a kid to save up… but I did it.

Now I was the coolest kid in the neighborhood again… And, I liked it. The girls all wanted to ride on the back of MY scooter, much to ‘ol Roger’s dismay. He had to get poor ‘ol dad to buy him something better. His dad went and got him Honda Dream. And honest to pete MOTORCYCLE. Danggit, ‘ol Roger did it again. It took me till I was 16 to finally save up and buy a used BSA Bantam 125cc. It had a lot more chrome and sounded a lot more like a motorcycle than ‘ol Roger’s Dream. (no guts in the pipes). And, it was faster too.

Well, I guess ‘ol Roger just went nuts? Someone broke into my little workshop at the back of the carport and stole all my tools… used my newspaper route bag to haul ‘em off in. I was one pissed off kid. It took me years to buy all those tools. It also took me about 6 months to find out who had done the dirty deed. Peanut McDonald finally told me it was Roger! My friend? I had to get even.

Now Roger lived in a big house right on the St. Johns river. One night, me and little ‘ol Peanut sneaked onto Rogers back porch and took his Honda Dream. I rolled it quietly out the long dock about half way and cranked it up. I rode it right off the end of the dock! I didn’t intend to go in with it but did anyway. Made a huge splash and I figured ‘ol Roger would come out and catch me bigtime… But he didn’t. It went missing for months.

His Grandpaw finally found it fishing off the end of the dock about 6 months later. It had barnacles on it and looked terrible.

I didn’t tell ‘ol Roger I was the one who stole his bike until 20+ years later. He was home on leave from the Air Force and I ran into him. We got to talking over old times and it just came out… don’t-ya-know? He was embarrassed, and apologized for stealing my tools. I haven’t seen him since then. He retired in Hawaii.

Gotta go eat some turkey now... Hafta tell the other story another time... Ya'll have a nice Thanksgiving!

friend ~ Brick

[len19070]

My dad said once that the only thing his kids never built was an airplane or a submarine. We took that as a challenge.

Well we crashed the airplane and my brother broke his arm.

And I almost drowned in the Submarine we built out of an old water heater.

Happy Trails

Len

[Juneaudave]

All of my stupid kid stories involve women, booze, or petty crime. Come to think about it, all my stupid adult stories involve women, booze or petty crime!!!

[Jiminsav]

OK..i did so much stupid crap it's a wonder I'm still alive.

when it snowed in the winter, and it was the weekend or school was canceled, us brainiacs would hide behind parked cars at intersections and wait for cars to stop..we'd then sneak up on them and grab the bumper and slide along behind the car on our galoshes...that was great fun.

in the summer, we'd go down to the bridge that went from Camden to an island in the Delaware where storage tanks were. We'd wait till a tanker truck came flying down the road, hit the bridge, and when it got to us standing on the rail, we'd jump into the river and swim around with the white fish..those are used prophylactics that made it through the sewage treatment plant up river.

I used to carry my bike up the ladder to the BIG slide at the play ground and ride it down..that put grey hairs on the old man when he saw it.

[doug hodder]

Jim...we used to do that on cars up in Alaska...we called it "hookeybobbing" I've also heard it called "skitchin" last time I did it was downtown Denver 1980 behind a mailtruck on a bet...Doug

[Juneaudave]

Jim...we used to do that on cars up in Alaska...we called it "hookeybobbing" I've also heard it called "skitchin" last time I did it was downtown Denver 1980 behind a mailtruck on a bet...Doug

I thought "hookeybobbing" was a North Dakota thing!!! My wife got stiches on her hands after she grabbed the bumper on my 69 Camaro after a night at the bar!!!!

[Laredo]

Stupidest thing? I guess I'd have to say the time I went sliding down the braided bailing twine out of the haymow ... thought I could rappel just like my hero on Wild Wild West. I was in the 3rd grade. Baling twine is not meant to rappel from, kids.