Stupid things you did as a kid

windsor396

Button Buck
Wow... I will just give one real story, but we played bb gun wars (with pellets a few time). We had dirt clod throwing wars, rock throwing wars, potato gun distance contests with people trying to catch the objects we shot, we always tp the courthouse on any holiday! Well behind my parents house at the ripe ole age of 15 we found :donk:donk:donk old oil filters (used) and played war with them (many injuries).
Well a buddy of mines pops had a welding shop, which always had acetelene tanks in it. We discovered that acetalene was a very volitale ⛽, we decided to fill a ziplock bag and throw into a 🔥... KABOOM! Well that wasnt enough, we started filling other things and using an electrical spark with wire about 200 feet of wire. We would ignite it and KABLOOEY! Still not enough, so we got 50 gallon trash bags, we were filling about the 10th one and something in the building shorted.. Oh yeah. Blew windows out, 2 12" garage doors and 2 walls were blown out, along with both of my buds eardrums and flash burns all over. We both had bumps and bruises from the impact of landing.

Moral of the story: THAT :donk:donk:donk:donk WAS FUN!

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Justin

Old Mossy Horns
Yep. I've done a lot of the aforementioned, including many of the uhhh volatile concoctions, etc, catching taters shot out of a tater gun, but the acetalene one takes the cAke. Can't touch that.
 
smith-n-stokes

smith-n-stokes

Old Mossy Horns
This thread reminds me why I start to worry when my boys are outside and it gets too quiet... Somethings going on they probably shouldn't be doing. [emoji6]


Sent from wherever I was at the time...
 
kyle7630

kyle7630

Twelve Pointer
My sisters, my brother, and I would gather up all the tennis balls from the ball bin. There must have been a few dozen. Off to the basement we went. We would either split into two teams, or have every man for himself for the game. One of us would kill the lights, and boy was it ever pitch black in there. We would take cover, count down, 5,4,3,2,1, GO! and start beaming those tennis balls at each other. I don't have any idea why that game was so much fun, but I can remember laughing so hard that sometimes you could hardly manage to even throw a ball. Every one of us would end up with a black eye, a busted lip, or at a minimum, a good strawberry or four on our faces. That was the best game ever. Stupid, but fun.
 
Rescue44

Rescue44

Old Mossy Horns
I've got some that I could share but I might die while doing so. Well, I'll share this one. Think really tall pine trees. A large gum tree had been blown against one pine. You shinny up the gum where you could reach the lowest pine limb. Climb up the pine to the limb that you would walk on while holding the limb above. At the end of the limbs were 2 from another pine that met with some overlap. As you walked to the other limbs the limbs bowed such that you had to lift your foot up fairly high to reach the other limb and it wasn't easy to grab the next limb with your hand, and you go to the next tree. Next you crawled out on a large limb and had to let loose of the limb you were on and jump, fall to the next tree and wrap your arms and legs around the tree. It was small enough because you were near the top of last tree to grab it like that. I was maybe 12. Not sure.
I didn't do this because I had a little sense but 2 of my friends did. They had the bright idea to shoot bottle rockets at cars on the highway at night. Those that a familiar with Scotland county, as I know a few are, it was between Scotland High School and Walmart. They missed the first ones and then scored. It hit the side of the car then exploded. Their celebration was cut short when the cars blue lights came on. They had rpg'ed a deputy's car. After a chase through the woods one was caught. The other had laid down and the deputy stepped on his hand while escorting the caught one out and the guy yelled. The one who had his hand stepped on was served breakfast in bed by his parents. A glass of water and a slice of bread.
 
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Bailey Boat

Bailey Boat

Twelve Pointer
3 of us always hung out together, Me, Leon and Jerry. One day Jerry (who happened to be a red head) stayed on the creek too long and got sunburned. I went to the house to get some "cream" to put on his back. All I found was Absorbene Junior (some kind of alcohol based ointment) Well we put that on Jerry's back and he went nuts!! Wonder why??
We were riding our bikes off the Rock Bluff (about a 20' drop to the creek) one afternoon and landing in the creek. Leon didn't get out of the water fast enough and Jerry hit him in the head with the sprocket. About a 4" gash on top of Leon's head which I offered to sew up for him, and I did, with linen fishing line and a big assed needle. It closed the gash but later got infected and then the truth had to come out and I got my back pockets lit on fire by his old man.
On the creek one day and found a huge hollow log and thought we would roll it into the water and swim through the hollow. Worked for me and Leon but Jerry came up with a copperhead attached to his hand, trip to the ER in Hot Springs and he was in pretty bad shape for a few days but somehow survived.
Both Leon and Jerry have gone on to a better place and there isn't a day that I don't think about those 2 and miss their company, regardless of the stupid things we did and laughed about it.....
 
41magnum

41magnum

Twelve Pointer
The other thread title could be "how did we live thru it"

Besides MANY already mentioned stunts, I must add:

Jumping from 2nd story windows into shrubbery below
AND
"Javelin Catch" --- which started as practicing throwing javelin in our yards, then Joe or myself mad a bad throw which was gonna hit a neighbors car..soooooo, to prevent THAT, 1 of us had to catch the javelin before it hit the car hood.
The rest is history, and we did it on purpose to help strengthen ourselves.
Throwing and catching the javelin in our neighborhood.
 
Blackwater

Blackwater

Twelve Pointer
Went to school out in the country in an old 2 story brick school which once was 1-12 but was 1-8 when I went. Across the hall from the 7th & 8th grade classes (top floor) was the old science classroom which was no longer used and below the windows was the coal pile for the furnace. When spring came and the weather got hot the teachers would open the windows as we had no A/C, and at lunch time when class was dismissed for lunch several of us rowdies ran across the hall, into the science room, up into the windows and jumped out into the coal pile so we could beat the rest of the class to the lunch room which was in a separate building. The problem was that the coal had been used down during the winter and the drop was much greater than it had been in the fall when the coal pile was stocked up, so when I hit bottom I had up much more speed and my spindly legs couldn't absorb all the impact of the landing so my face smacked into my bent knees and blacked both eyes. Try explaining that to your parents and convince them that you hadn't been fighting.

Later years down at Windy Hill Beach we'd go down the beach past the houses and the end of the road, build up barricades of beach sand about 50 yards apart and have pop bottle wars with each other with the exploding head type rockets, holding them loosely in our hands for better aiming control and losing all the hair on our forearms and burning holes in our clothes. Too many stupid things to list!
 
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double

Twelve Pointer
I hate to even mention the things we did with cars. One of the more stupid was seeing how fast we could go then pull the ebrake and keep it in the road. Several times over triple digits and spinning around and around on the highway. If I saw someone doing that now I would be on the phone with the cops asap. Its amazing what we think is ok as kids.
 
Weekender

Weekender

Twelve Pointer
My oldest brother takes the cake for things that should've killed him and not only as a kid. But the funniest thing was seeing him plug in the Christmas outdoor lights during a rainstorm, hearing him holler out in pain, and seeing a flash of blue from around the corner of the house. I still nearly wet my pants laughing every time I conjure up that memory. He was a ninth grader at the time.
 
Crappie_Hunter

Crappie_Hunter

Twelve Pointer
Contributor
Smitty010203 said:
Hide in piles of leaves on the side of the road and jump out at cars....
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Along those same lines, had a kid tie a teddy bear to some fishing line and pull it across the road when cars came by. I pulled in and told the kids dad what he was doing. That kid caught a serious whoopin' that started before I could even get pulled out of his driveway and back on the road. I kinda felt bad for the kid, but he didn't realize he could get someone killed if they swerved to miss what they thought was an animal.
 

Homebrewale

Old Mossy Horns
Crappie_Hunter said:
Along those same lines, had a kid tie a teddy bear to some fishing line and pull it across the road when cars came by. I pulled in and told the kids dad what he was doing. That kid caught a serious whoopin' that started before I could even get pulled out of his driveway and back on the road. I kinda felt bad for the kid, but he didn't realize he could get someone killed if they swerved to miss what they thought was an animal.
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We did that with dead snakes. Probably give Larry a heart attack.
 

C52

Eight Pointer
Well, according to my Dad, the dumbest thing I did as a kid was lie about what I just did.
 
Part-time hunter

Part-time hunter

Ten Pointer
Homebrewale said:
Or the thread could be titled "I wonder how I survived childhood". I already shared my burn barrel stories on the nickname thread.

Another activity I enjoyed doing with my buddy as a kid was climbing vine-covered trees. We would go looking for trees that died from being covered with vines. We looked for the ones where the tree already started to rot. We would climb up the vines to the top of the tree. Once on top, we would start swaying the tree back and forth. Eventually, we'd hear a large "crack" and the whole tree would come falling down. Fortunately, we never got hurt.
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Got a chemistry set for xmas one year. After a while I had mixed everything in the set together in one way or another and got bored with things just changing color. So I was in the basement at the sink and found a can of Drano in the cabinet underneath. I added a bunch of the chemicals from the set and filled a jelly jar the rest of the way with Drano. I was vigorously shaking it up when it blew. Unbelieveably I was unhurt. My mom came flying down the stairs and saw a bunch of multicolored splotches on the wall where the paint was peeling.
That was the end of my career as a chemist.
 

Scalf

Eight Pointer
Shooting .22 rat shot at each other... Probably the dumbest thing I ever did, but surprisingly it didn't even hurt! Lol didn't even come close to how much a bb hurts during a by gun war
 
Soilman

Soilman

Old Mossy Horns
Contributor
My older cousin, myself and a few of my cousin's friends formed a "club" and took up residence in an old shed on the farm. While cleaning out the shed for our club house, we found several sticks of OLD dynamite. We both were picking it up and handling it, then decided it would make a nice addition to our "arsenal", and hid it all in an old wooden barrel in the club house. Years later, when my uncle cleaned out the then unused clubhouse, he found the dynamite, which was when we found out how lucky we were not to have blown up ourselves and half the barn yard!.
 
ST8ER

ST8ER

Ten Pointer
Shot my neighbor with my bb gun. Got a whoopin.......Shot our above ground pool with bb gun.......Got a whoopin. We would drive our cars through the huge piles of leaves that people would rake into the front of their home. This was fun until they started hiding cinder blocks in the piles........Got a whoopin. Mailbox baseball. One of the homeowners saw us do it from inside his home and just happened to be friends with my dad.....Got a whoopin.........Lied about first speeding ticket......Got a whoopin. Just too many to list. My entire childhood was filled with bad decisions and whoopins!!!
 
Banjo

Banjo

Old Mossy Horns
I do not have enough time to type it all out and y'all don't have enough time to read all of the crazy stunts I pulled as a kid, and lived.
 

Homebrewale

Old Mossy Horns
St8er, how'd you get your whoopins?

I don't know if it's a northern thing or a Catholic thing but my dad used his belt. For my mom, it was a wooden spoon.
 
flathead977

flathead977

Ten Pointer
My whooping was anything from a switch to a belt to one of those paddles that came with a ball. My momma would take the ball off when new and use the paddle. Lol. Wish she was still here. I probably got whipped with a few more things but earned every one I ever got.
 
ST8ER

ST8ER

Ten Pointer
Homebrewale said:
St8er, how'd you get your whoopins?

I don't know if it's a northern thing or a Catholic thing but my dad used his belt. For my mom, it was a wooden spoon.
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LOL, yes. Belt, wooden spoon, wooden paddle, my mom even beat me with a spaghetti colander once in the kitchen.......wouldn't change a thing though [emoji3]
 
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