What is the wildest, craziest thing you did as a teenager?

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Gaer

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My two girlfriends and I went to Tijuana with three boys. Mexican police were trying to get the boy that was driving to pull over for speeding ,but he tried to make it to the border. ( You know, just send my mail to the Tijuana jail ) They were SHOOTING AT US! We made it to the U.S.border, got up off the floor and got out. There were actual bullet holes in the rear window and 40 to 50 Mexican police behind us on motorcycles! The U.S.Police took us girls home but the boys were arrested. I think that was the stupidest thing I did but I'll have to think about this. I did a lot of stupid things!
 

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On an extended band trip, they took us to an amusement park for entertainment one evening. My mates and I went into the haunted house attraction armed with water pistols. When the cheesy ghosts would pop out at us, we'd shoot them with our water guns. There was also one human worker clad as a ghoul who popped out at us, and was met with a salvo from water pistols. They ran away from us! It was hilarious, and very memorable... :eek:
 
What is the wildest, craziest thing you did as a teenager?

Several things come to mind

The wildest had to be the tryst with the lady next door
I was 14

Several crazy things
Mostly involving cars

(I've posted this waaay too many times, but it's probably my craziest}

The most crazy was with;

Lindsey


From months of bucking hay and picking berries, beans, and whatever I could get hold of, at 14 I bought a car.

My first.

’54 Chevy
$300

When you save your money in a cigar box for several months, taking it out, counting, fondling, stacking, fanning it out like a hand of gin rummy, then putting it back under the bed, w-a-a-a-a-y under, and you make a major purchase, your object of worship is gone…gone I say…just an empty cigar box with only the faint scent of cheap cigars and a hint of the smell of soft currency once soaked in the sweat of your front Levi pocket.
There are few words to describe the emptiness.
Maybe ‘bereft’.

I’d had this same experience at 12, getting my 30-30, but $79.50 from Western Auto was not the same as giving over a summer of work in one fell swoop.

The following summer I got a job hoeing roses for a famous, prize winning rosegrower that had several acres of (you guessed it) roses at the end of a gravelroad on top of the hill we lived on.
So, before sunup I’d make myself lunch, make coffee for the thermos and breakfast, fire up the green hornet and bomb up the hill, taking switch back after switchback…. sideways.
Then proceed to get ahead start on a degenerative back by hoeing roses for 10 hours.
One Friday I’d gotten a call from a pretty little girl that I’d met.
Not as beautiful as my lady now, but beyond cute…really really cute, evenp retty….her smile did funny things to my heart.
So Sunday I approached dad.

‘Hey, ol’ man. I wanna go to church with this girl.’

‘Well, what’s stoppin’ ya?’

‘She lives on the other side of Portland.’

‘You want me to drive you to the other side of Portland?!’

‘Uh, no.
I’d like to drive my car.’

(Mom)
‘ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!’

‘I’d be careful.’
‘And, (the coupe de grace) can I borrow grampa’s bible?’

‘You better be careful, cause if you get in an accident, they’re comin’ after me.’

‘Thanksdadbye.’

Mom said something, rather sputtered something, but I was already bombin’ down the drive.
Can’t recall the jaunt over the St Johns Bridge or the rest of the twenty miles.

Lindsey jumped in and we headed down the country lane to a park.
On the way, she was all over me.
I gave a thought to just pull over into the ditch, but maintained my James Bond nonchalant approach and returned her kisses, French kisses,
my first,
in my car,
driving,
For some reason, even beyond the control of my crotch, my mind relished in the sensation of tongue wrestling with this lovely being, and not on keeping in my lane…or on the road even.
It wouldn’t have mattered much to look where I was goin’ because my eyeballs were rolled back in my head.

Then a funny thing happened.

Somewhere deep in my semi consciousness, I heard trumpets blowing.
(So this is what Brad was telling me about…)
But while trying to gather my fuzzy thoughts, I had a flash back of a song that was getting popular….Leader of the Pack had a girl yelling ‘LOOK OUT, LOOK OUT,LOOK OUT!!’, then screeching tires.
Only it was Linda yelling, and the trumpet was a car horn, and the tires were those of the car in front of us.
I just remember two old couples, dressed for church, mouths open, arms waving.

I swerved.
Our rear quarter panels met.
Hard.
A sickening crunch.

My rear view mirror revealed them just sittin’ there in the middle of the road…sideways….gettin’ smaller and smaller as I floored the little chevy.
Lindsey didn’t say much when I dropped her off, but a few days later I got a letter.
My first.

I drove into the drive and parked behind the garage.
My story was that there was black ice on a corner and I slid into the guardrail.
He bought it.

I sweated blood for weeks after that, waiting for cops to haul my dad off in hand cuffs…leaving me with mom.
It never happened, but every time I got in my car, I got a little sick to my stomach.
I told him the real story three decades later.
We both had a good laugh over it.
Together.
Not at each other, but with each other.
My first.
 
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In the late 60's,I attended a girls boarding school in Toronto for 2 yrs when I was 13&14 hated the place .I purposedly got in with the 'wrong crowd' to get my parents attention
.We had a Social Studies teacher from Wales who for some reason didn't like me& couple other girls,couldn't figure out why she was so mean spirited to us .Our 'ring leader' was friendly with one of the maintenace guys who also didn't like this teacher,he gave her a key to her room.We went in there and rebelled.I put vasoline jelly on the toilet seat,others sprayed her perfume all over,short sheeted the bed.
Of course we got caught because somebody squealed to the head mistress.I vaguely remember standing with the group in her office,little nervous.She said something like'I know you girls did this'.I said something stupid like'if you can prove it'.She was not pleased with my comment.
I certainly got my parent's attention,I was expelled,head mistress told them I couldn't come back for my sophmore yr.They were really angry with me,I didn't care.,I was happy.
 
Probably bumming around Europe for three months, doing some stupid things, i.e. deciding to go to Pamplona for the running of the bulls. We got off the train, were greeted by the police who asked us what we were thinking of and where we were staying. We couldn't answer either question to their satisfaction, so we were put back on the train and told to not come back. I really don't know WHAT we were thinking......two brainless teenage girls alone with the whole town awash in testosterone.....and bulls, both human and animal.
 
Gary O' said:
What is the wildest, craziest thing you did as a teenager?

Several things come to mind

The wildest had to be the tryst with the lady next door
I was 14

Several crazy things
Mostly involving cars

(I've posted this waaay too many times, but it's probably my craziest}

The most crazy was with;

Lindsey


From months of bucking hay and picking berries, beans, and whatever I could get hold of, at 14 I bought a car.

My first.

’54 Chevy
$300

When you save your money in a cigar box for several months, taking it out, counting, fondling, stacking, fanning it out like a hand of gin rummy, then putting it back under the bed, w-a-a-a-a-y under, and you make a major purchase, your object of worship is gone…gone I say…just an empty cigar box with only the faint scent of cheap cigars and a hint of the smell of soft currency once soaked in the sweat of your front Levi pocket.
There are few words to describe the emptiness.
Maybe ‘bereft’.

I’d had this same experience at 12, getting my 30-30, but $79.50 from Western Auto was not the same as giving over a summer of work in one fell swoop.

The following summer I got a job hoeing roses for a famous, prize winning rosegrower that had several acres of (you guessed it) roses at the end of a gravelroad on top of the hill we lived on.
So, before sunup I’d make myself lunch, make coffee for the thermos and breakfast, fire up the green hornet and bomb up the hill, taking switch back after switchback…. sideways.
Then proceed to get ahead start on a degenerative back by hoeing roses for 10 hours.
One Friday I’d gotten a call from a pretty little girl that I’d met.
Not as beautiful as my lady now, but beyond cute…really really cute, evenp retty….her smile did funny things to my heart.
So Sunday I approached dad.

‘Hey, ol’ man. I wanna go to church with this girl.’

‘Well, what’s stoppin’ ya?’

‘She lives on the other side of Portland.’

‘You want me to drive you to the other side of Portland?!’

‘Uh, no.
I’d like to drive my car.’

(Mom)
‘ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!’

‘I’d be careful.’
‘And, (the coupe de grace) can I borrow grampa’s bible?’

‘You better be careful, cause if you get in an accident, they’re comin’ after me.’

‘Thanksdadbye.’

Mom said something, rather sputtered something, but I was already bombin’ down the drive.
Can’t recall the jaunt over the St Johns Bridge or the rest of the twenty miles.

Lindsey jumped in and we headed down the country lane to a park.
On the way, she was all over me.
I gave a thought to just pull over into the ditch, but maintained my James Bond nonchalant approach and returned her kisses, French kisses,
my first,
in my car,
driving,
For some reason, even beyond the control of my crotch, my mind relished in the sensation of tongue wrestling with this lovely being, and not on keeping in my lane…or on the road even.
It wouldn’t have mattered much to look where I was goin’ because my eyeballs were rolled back in my head.

Then a funny thing happened.

Somewhere deep in my semi consciousness, I heard trumpets blowing.
(So this is what Brad was telling me about…)
But while trying to gather my fuzzy thoughts, I had a flash back of a song that was getting popular….Leader of the Pack had a girl yelling ‘LOOK OUT, LOOK OUT,LOOK OUT!!’, then screeching tires.
Only it was Linda yelling, and the trumpet was a car horn, and the tires were those of the car in front of us.
I just remember two old couples, dressed for church, mouths open, arms waving.

I swerved.
Our rear quarter panels met.
Hard.
A sickening crunch.

My rear view mirror revealed them just sittin’ there in the middle of the road…sideways….gettin’ smaller and smaller as I floored the little chevy.
Lindsey didn’t say much when I dropped her off, but a few days later I got a letter.
My first.

I drove into the drive and parked behind the garage.
My story was that there was black ice on a corner and I slid into the guardrail.
He bought it.

I sweated blood for weeks after that, waiting for cops to haul my dad off in hand cuffs…leaving me with mom.
It never happened, but every time I got in my car, I got a little sick to my stomach.
I told him the real story three decades later.
We both had a good laugh over it.
Together.
Not at each other, but with each other.
My first.
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I have to tell you, I still save some money in a cigar box. That takes me back a few years. I throw all of my $1 bills that are in my pocket at the end of the day into that box. Every $50.00 goes into an envelope and taped shut. The last time that I took them to the bank, I had $1816.00 in singles. I guess that I must have miscounted when I put them into the envelope. I asked and was given 18-$100 bills.
 
jujube said:
Probably bumming around Europe for three months, doing some stupid things, i.e. deciding to go to Pamplona for the running of the bulls.
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Who was in charge then, Franco? That's why I boycotted Espana at that time. Greece too. None of my American dollars went to prop up dictatorships. I waited. Unfortunately, never got back, but .......... ;)we all survived that.
 
My girlfriend and I decided to skip school for a day when we were in high school. We took the bus to New York City and went to see all the game and talk shows that were live at that time and free.
Many times throughout the show the cameras would scan the audience and we waved like crazy.
The next day one of the teachers asked if we enjoyed ourselves the day before.
It seems that they had the TV on in the teachers lounge and he had seen us.
Thank goodness, he was a good sport and just let it go.
 
I won’t print that here. What I did would change your opinion of me. I spent my sophomore and junior year in military school. I wished that I would have stayed there for my senior year, but I wanted to graduate with my friends. If I would have stayed, I may have had a better shot at getting into the Naval Academy.
 
Whenever this subject comes up in various forums I am or have been on,I am amazed at what a well behaved teen I was LOL. The worst things I ever did were things that my mom would have grounded me for,but never anything that would have involved the olice in any way. And most of the stuff my dad wouldn`t have even blinked an eye at-he was much more forgiving than my mom. Her biggest worry was what Mr. Robinson and I were up to-and yes,she did have to worry. But we never got caught :cool:. I only wish that I had had it as easy as she did when it came to my kids....
 

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