What Was Your Childhood Foolishness?

[Lowbatts]

< sigh >

All old men have their unspoken regrets, and now I have to add to mine the fact that somehow I never got around to sitting on an exploding tire.

Drat.

(Then again, I wonder if even at this late date... )

It was, as I remember, quite a rush, mannnnn. You could get a good 5 to 6 feet off the ground but you were being knocked unconcious by that time so had to rely on observers notes from there.
And, wish I'd done it one more time...
Darn radials and all that metal.

I'll bet it was a lot more fun making you than it was raising you That's how my Daddy has 'splained it to me , anyway.........

No, think there's a debate on that too though but since only one side of the argument was ever heard and she called me the son of satan himself while she was alive... Well that's moms for ya!

 

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[mrs.oroblanco]

Realize, now - WE are the people complaining about other people and how they raise their kids. What do all these stories say about OUR parents?



Gosh - I really don't know how I survived my childhood, either. Years - and I mean YEARS, after, I told my mother some of the things I had done, and I think she almost had a heart attack.



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[lumbercamp]

We used to tie 20lb. fishing line across roads and have cars drive though it until one time we saw a motor cycle coming. We had to cut the line in a hurry so we wouldn't decapitate the guy. Never did that stunt again. My friend would fill empty co2 cartridges with black powder, stick a fuse in, light it then toss it. The only problem is the fool would light them while we were traveling in a car. He would have killed us all if they exploded in the car.

 

[Blacksheep]

Realize, now - WE are the people complaining about other people and how they raise their kids. What do all these stories say about OUR parents?



Gosh - I really don't know how I survived my childhood, either. Years - and I mean YEARS, after, I told my mother some of the things I had done, and I think she almost had a heart attack.



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Lol, no kidding.

BB gun wars, yes. Blown up Tonka trucks with silver salutes? (yea, usually took more than one as back then, they were built to last). Made dummies with old cloths (all our cloths were "old"..hand-me-downs) and laid them along country roads, yep. Did many of the same things listed above.

Seems as though it was a different America back then, if you got caught the cop would usually jack you up a
bit then drop you off a block from home so your parents wouldn't see. When I pass from this world, should I be offered a chance to relive a specific time in my life, it would be the time between age 10-14 as those were the most carefree days I ever had, especially the night we harvested veggies from several neighbors, then sold them to those same neighbors. Five peeved neighbors standing on the front porch was good for a butt whoopin of epic proportions.

 

[mojjax]

Me and my cousin would do the "wallet trick" an old wallet some fish string - hide in the bushes , put the wallet in the middle of the road - you know the rest !

 

[Cynangyl]

when we were visiting our friends at a neighboring farm their dad told them they had to get rid of the chickens THAT day because they were not taking care of them properly. The next morning when the mail lady came by she was finding a chicken in each mailbox....the first one really startled her when it came squawking out of the mailbox!

 

[tmdavis3]

This thread is a goodie! It's a wonder most of us survived....

As for me...

-all-day bike rides around the block (several long miles, often w/o telling our parents, who'd have to come hunting us!)

-sliced my finger playing with a razor blade.

-Broke my arm falling from the swingset. Liked to hang upside down and play acrobat.

-Got whiplash jumping on the trampoline in the middle of the night. Saw a light in the woods mid-flip that caught my attention. Came down on my forehead HARD, then sent my brothers to tell Mom and Dad I had broken my neck. (Could not move or feel anythiing below the neck. Scared me BAD!) We were s'posed to be sleepin!

-Wrecked my 3-wheeler chasing my boyfriend. Spent a week in the hospital and 3 months out of school, with a broken leg and a fractured skull.

-Wiped out a ditch w/ my car changing the radio station. Said I swerved to miss a deer. Uhhhh. Deer-track-less-fresh-plowed fields on either side of the location gave me away!

-Cooked (read: sunbaked) wonderfully intricate mudpies in my Mom's old pie tins. Then fed them to my baby brother. Sorry about all the Cat Scat, Baby Bro!!

-'Painted' the front of our home with mud while my parents were napping. Did not own up for it, and my middle bro got the whippin.

-Snuck out as a teenager to meet my boyfriend(s). Almost ran off to get married at 17!

-Lots of not-so-sweet deeds with BB guns, darts, firecrackers and two brothers!

 

[Monty]

I was always trying to figure out ways to get rich quick...legal ways. I once caught a couple dozen garter snakes and sewed up little pull string bags on Mom's sewing machine. I stuffed one in each bag and took them to school where I sold them for a quarter each. We had girls screaming all day. So much fun and I made a few bucks which was a lot in ninth grade in 1959. Everything went Ok until one got loose in history class and ran my teacher on top of her desk screaming! The principal didn't think it was funny and snakes were banned from school. I almost got banned too! Next time I sold cinnamon toothpicks in a tiny vial that I got at the drug store. Put in 4 or 5 toothpicks, a few drops of oil of cinnamon and it made a dandy treat to replace chewing gum in class. Made a few more bucks until one of the guys had the lid come off in his pocket and the cinnamon oil burned and blistered his leg all the way to his knee! Made a few bucks on that endeavor too , but it got cinnamon toothpicks banned from school too. No snakes or cinnamon toothpicks, what kind of a school was this anyhow? (The kids take on it). Then there was my uncle Bob's Playboy mags I sold for fifty cents each....yeah, yeah, no porn allowed in school either! M nty

 

[Lowbatts]

when we were visiting our friends at a neighboring farm their dad told them they had to get rid of the chickens THAT day because they were not taking care of them properly. The next morning when the mail lady came by she was finding a chicken in each mailbox....the first one really startled her when it came squawking out of the mailbox!

Too funny!

 

[Cynangyl]

I was always trying to figure out ways to get rich quick...legal ways. I once caught a couple dozen garter snakes and sewed up little pull string bags on Mom's sewing machine. I stuffed one in each bag and took them to school where I sold them for a quarter each. We had girls screaming all day. So much fun and I made a few bucks which was a lot in ninth grade in 1959. Everything went Ok until one got loose in history class and ran my teacher on top of her desk screaming! The principal didn't think it was funny and snakes were banned from school. I almost got banned too! Next time I sold cinnamon toothpicks in a tiny vial that I got at the drug store. Put in 4 or 5 toothpicks, a few drops of oil of cinnamon and it made a dandy treat to replace chewing gum in class. Made a few more bucks until one of the guys had the lid come off in his pocket and the cinnamon oil burned and blistered his leg all the way to his knee! Made a few bucks on that endeavor too , but it got cinnamon toothpicks banned from school too. No snakes or cinnamon toothpicks, what kind of a school was this anyhow? (The kids take on it). Then there was my uncle Bob's Playboy mags I sold for fifty cents each....yeah, yeah, no porn allowed in school either! M nty

ROFL seems you were the reason everything ended up banned in school eh? Too funny! Miss ya! ~hugs~

when we were visiting our friends at a neighboring farm their dad told them they had to get rid of the chickens THAT day because they were not taking care of them properly. The next morning when the mail lady came by she was finding a chicken in each mailbox....the first one really startled her when it came squawking out of the mailbox!

Too funny!

yeah we all thought so....grandpa insisted on putting a damper on the hysterics by pointing out the poor mail lady could have driven straight into the canal because of our foolishness....spoil sport! I can look back now and know she didn't get hurt and laugh though!

 

[civil war hunter]

wow you guys got it easy bad then, you need to take a trip to hot topics or Spencer's they have shocking bubble gum mouse trap bubble gum pull both and the one shocks you and the other is like a mouse trip ka snap, shocking pens,shocking lighters,shocking stapler's.

I was always trying to figure out ways to get rich quick...legal ways. I once caught a couple dozen garter snakes and sewed up little pull string bags on Mom's sewing machine. I stuffed one in each bag and took them to school where I sold them for a quarter each. We had girls screaming all day. So much fun and I made a few bucks which was a lot in ninth grade in 1959. Everything went Ok until one got loose in history class and ran my teacher on top of her desk screaming! The principal didn't think it was funny and snakes were banned from school. I almost got banned too! Next time I sold cinnamon toothpicks in a tiny vial that I got at the drug store. Put in 4 or 5 toothpicks, a few drops of oil of cinnamon and it made a dandy treat to replace chewing gum in class. Made a few more bucks until one of the guys had the lid come off in his pocket and the cinnamon oil burned and blistered his leg all the way to his knee! Made a few bucks on that endeavor too , but it got cinnamon toothpicks banned from school too. No snakes or cinnamon toothpicks, what kind of a school was this anyhow? (The kids take on it). Then there was my uncle Bob's Playboy mags I sold for fifty cents each....yeah, yeah, no porn allowed in school either! M nty

 

[PBK]

wow you guys got it easy bad then, you need to take a trip to hot topics or Spencer's they have shocking bubble gum mouse trap bubble gum

Actually, we did have "mousetrap" gum back then. (1950's) It looked almost exactly like a pack of Wrigley's Spearmint, except that it had "Snappy Flavor!" on the wrapper. (Of course, it was easy enough to rig the snapper into a real Wrigley's pack.) When you tried to pull out a stick of gum... WHACK!

 

[Blacksheep]

wow you guys got it easy bad then, you need to take a trip to hot topics or Spencer's they have shocking bubble gum mouse trap bubble gum

Actually, we did have "mousetrap" gum back then. (1950's) It looked almost exactly like a pack of Wrigley's Spearmint, except that it had "Snappy Flavor!" on the wrapper. (Of course, it was easy enough to rig the snapper into a real Wrigley's pack.) When you tried to pull out a stick of gum... WHACK!

Yep, been there. want some real excitement? charge up a automotive condenser, use a rubber band to secure the wire to the body so the connector is just shy of touching, then set it somewhere a kid with busy hands is sure to find it.

 

[PBK]

You could also buy electric shock gags back then. (See below.)

However, like Blacksheep, I tended go with the "homebrew" varieties.

 

[My Precious]

Read this whole thread and am laughing out loud. Very funny stuff!! I was prone to eye/head injuries but thank God I can still see!! Rock fights with the neighbor kids...took one to left eye & off to the ER. The ole single speed bike with the banana seat was great for giving friends a ride down the mountain until you hit 4 inches of sand going 20 mph, that was a concussion. Made a tree house once with old rusty nails, had to go to an eye specialist and have him pull out a piece of nail with some sort of magnet...my blue eye still has a brown speck in it. Pitch black one night coming home from a high school party I decide to walk off the road and wake up at the bottom of a dried out brook culvert. Went head first into the rocks below, that one hurt for a long time!! After weeks of recovery I of course end up at another party where my best buddy breaks an extra large piece of corn on the cob over my head...it didn't drop me, we laughed and decided I was "back".

 

[stefen]

Shot a bulls hangy-down-thingies with a whammo slingshot....................dumb

 

[Blacksheep]

Shot a bulls hangy-down-thingies with a whammo slingshot....................dumb

LMAO.That took a lot of ummm...never mind.

 

[Cynangyl]

ROFL indeed!!

 

[GL]

I was extremely easy if you know what I mean. Being as popular as I was it certainly was fun but I regret it now.

 

[mrs.oroblanco]

My first "self-employed" job was I used to go to the local sale barn on Tuesdays, buy several dozen eggs (then about 12 cents a dozen), drag them all home on my bike, (with my homemade egg carrier), and then, clean them all up (they used to sell fresh, uncleaned eggs), put them in cartons, and peddle them for a quarter a dozen to all the neighbors (using the term loosely, since I rode about 5-7 miles).

It was cool.

The worse "stunt" (as my father called it), created the unique situation - the only time I ever saw my mother faint. My dad had just sharpened a big double headed broad axe, and he leaned it against a tree. He came in the house, and said "don't touch the axe".

Well, you all know what that means - go play with the axe. I didn't weigh much, so, I couldn't pick it up very well, and swing it, so I chose a sapling to practice on. Lesson learned - saplings really bounce. The axe hit it, bounced off, and hit my foot. I carefully put the axe back, and then walked around a bit, trying to decide what to do. My brand new patent leather shoe was scuffed - but then, my sock started looking like a thermometer in a heat wave - seeping ever upwards with red. Pretty soon, my whole shoe was sloshing blood, and I knew I had to go into the house.

Now, in my house, a lie was the biggest sin - much like I taught my own children - murder can be forgiven - lying never can.

As I got to the door, my dad opened it up, and I looked up at him. He said "you played with the axe, didn't you?" Rather than lie, I just stared up at him, saying absolutely nothing. He picked me up and brought me into the kitchen and sat me on the sink. Then he called my mother.

She came over, he unbuckled my shoe, looked at my shoe, slid down my sock, and took them both off at the same time - along with my big toe (only half severed). (boy, he sure could sharpen an axe).

Next thing I knew, my mother was on the floor. Only for a second or two, but I thought she had died from a heart attack. (it was a very long couple of seconds, as my dad got her back up).

He ran cold water from the handpump (we had a handpump at the kitchen sink), wrapped my foot in a towel, and off to the doctor we went.
(no hospitals back then - even my tonsils were taken out in the doctor's office).

My mother often said the worst thing she could hear from me (and she heard it often) was "Mom, I hurt myself"






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