Well Brad, I have done a lot of stupid things and even though some of them are hardly worth mentioning, here goes one!
When I was eight years old, a buddy of mine (Steve) and myself worked for a Used Appliance Store. They would sell an appliance, take the person's old appliance, clean it up, repair it and put it out for sale. It was mine and Steve's job to clean the appliances but one day, the boss and another adult worker decided to take us along on a delivery of a refrigerator. Me and Steve rode in the back or bed of the truck on each side of the refrigerator, holding onto the wood headboard that was on the truck. At the busiest intersection and streets of downtown Knoxville, Tennessee back then where Western Avenue merges onto Henley Street, we were stopped at a red light. Me and Steve were gabbing and goofing off, when suddenly, the boss popped the clutch on the truck and gunned it. With the momentum of the truck going forward, I was back stepping across the length of the bed of the truck, went over the tailgate, did a 180 both lengthwise and sideways before smalling my' head and body into the pavement. Somehow I grabbed the bumper of the truck before temporarily blacking out. This was a busy area even back then with lots of vehicle and foot traffic and I awoke from the black out to dozens of folks (pedestrians) screaming while I was being dragged up the street with me holding onto the bumper and a long line of cars behind the truck and the back of my' heads skip/bouncing on the pavement. Steve was pounding on the cab trying to tell the boss that I fell out of the truck but he is not listening and is barreling up the street at more than 30 miles and hour. I looked down my body and between my legs and could see all of the cars and knew that things weren't good. Well, a couple of cars shifted to the other lane, probably to try to get the boss to stop the truck and I took advantage of this to let go of the bumper and once I stopped sliding, rolled to the curb/sidewalk. I jumped up and by the time the boss figured out that Steve was not lying and that I had fell out of the truck, I had almost caught up with the truck. The boss stopped, I climbed into the bed of the truck and although I was a little shaken, I was no worse for wear.
Frank