what didn't kill you...

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i would suspect boys did more of this than girls. what activities did you get into that was truly dangerous... but you were oblivious to that. what did you do that didn't kill you?
 

My husbands tells of making gasoline bombs as a young kid.

Guess one evening while with a couple of his friends, they ignited a bomb and residual gasoline doused one of his friends, setting him ablaze. With nothing more than a good scare and his friend suffering from singed eyebrows and hair, dear husbands gasoline bomb making days ended.
 
Well,I didn`t really do it to myself-my dad did it to me. We had a cabin here on the lake near where I now live.The cabin sat on a hill and the lake was down the hill in front of it. My dad had purchased a small fishing boat,so he rigged up a cable to send the boat down the hill to the water.One day,he got the bright idea to let us kids use it as,what I`m pretty sure was,the first zip line.They (he and my mom) hooked up my sister and sent her down. She just dragged along slowly.So before my turn,Dad got out the 3 in 1 Oil and oiled up the pulley.Put me on it and down I went-about a hundred miles an hour-right towards the huge old Cottonwood tree to which it was attached. My mom was screaming. But when I saw that tree coming at me,I just kind of turned my body and went outside of the tree and swung out over the lake. That was the last time we ever got to use the zip line lol.
 
macgeek said:
and this.

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Mac. Here's the one I remember! Only the one I remember was much higher, with the centre pole being 4'-5' in height.

You could climb inside or brave a ride on the outside!

The one we used to play on had a ring around it like Saturn, and the boys used to hang onto the outer ring as us kids spun the globe!

I remember a few getting hurt (scrapped up and banged up) when they lost their grip due to the centrifugal force.

Global Motion - Rotating Playground Net Climber
 
Mrs. Robinson said:
Well,I didn`t really do it to myself-my dad did it to me. We had a cabin here on the lake near where I now live.The cabin sat on a hill and the lake was down the hill in front of it. My dad had purchased a small fishing boat,so he rigged up a cable to send the boat down the hill to the water.One day,he got the bright idea to let us kids use it as,what I`m pretty sure was,the first zip line.They (he and my mom) hooked up my sister and sent her down. She just dragged along slowly.So before my turn,Dad got out the 3 in 1 Oil and oiled up the pulley.Put me on it and down I went-about a hundred miles an hour-right towards the huge old Cottonwood tree to which it was attached. My mom was screaming. But when I saw that tree coming at me,I just kind of turned my body and went outside of the tree and swung out over the lake. That was the last time we ever got to use the zip line lol.
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That's the best kid story I've ever heard!!!
 
ha,ha,ha, playing near and in quicksand to see how far I could go without being swallowed up, crossing the Tongue River on a deserted bridge with hardly any rotten boards left. I killed a HUGE rattle snake that i stepped on while out hiking barefoot. I used to climb the hills along the Yellowstone, barefoot, and go in the caves ,unless i heard Rattlers. Climbed the water tower partway. Tried to get a Bobcat out of a tree. Always alone. Always exploring.
 
RadishRose said:
OMG! Is this you or your ghost?
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squatting dog said:
Laying in a washout ditch under the railroad tracks and letting a freight train run over the top. :eek::eek: You could actually feel the rails lightly touching you as it passed over.
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Yeah, I remember cutting 4 kids out of a car that was hit by a train. One survived, which was the driver. They were racing the train and lost. Try telling a teenage girl’s parents at 2 in the morning that their daughter is dead.
 
911 said:
Yeah, I remember cutting 4 kids out of a car that was hit by a train. One survived, which was the driver. They were racing the train and lost. Try telling a teenage girl’s parents at 2 in the morning that their daughter is dead.
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This has to be the worst thing! My late husband did the same thing, many times! He said you have to just tell them STRAIGHT OUT!
Tears my heart out to think what officers of the Law have to go through! He saidthe hardest thing forhim was after a HUGE car wreck, on Halloween, he found this tiny little girl's shoe in the road!
 
squatting dog said:
Laying in a washout ditch under the railroad tracks and letting a freight train run over the top. :eek::eek: You could actually feel the rails lightly touching you as it passed over.
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In my 30s, I worked for the railway as a yardman. On one particular occasion when I was adjusting a coupling bar, the engineer shoved the cars ahead without getting my permission to do so. A string of railway cars rolled above me. Since the day I hired on, I had heard of a number of casualties caused by negligence and so I prepared for such an occasion. Once I felt the railway car move, I immediately dove between the rails. The engineer was reprimanded and given 15 demerits for his careless behavior. I escaped with my life.
 
I was a Tom Boy....I loved roller skating and Ice Stating....We had a new building on the next block....I was around 12 years old.
I decided to go there with my roller skates and skated on the wall....Ha Ha....I broke my arm!!! My cousin ran to get my Mom.
Had to go to Hospital...and at that time, they kept you in the Hospital for 5 days...with my arm up in the air in the bed...
Left arm, bone is gone....After that one day, I took my brother's ice skates...Not girl ice skates...Mom wouldn't buy me
ice skates....You know why!!!! I fell on the ice and dislocated my right arm....My cousin had to run home a half a mile
to get Mom....We didn't have cell phones in the old days.....
 
macgeek said:
drinking from a garden hose... riding a bicycle with no helmet and crashing many times... hard work... getting spanked... sliding down that metal slide that was 300 degrees in the sun and I had only shorts on...
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in summer, we had a "system" to get sliding board prepped. it would always be screaming hot. someone would bring a nice big hunk of old fashioned waxed paper and everybody (hopefully) brings their own brown supermarket bag. we'd open up the bag (like in anticipation of making a book-cover for a school book. lay down waxed paper, top with brown paper and slide away. eventually, the waxed paper would be about wax-less and you could break the sound barrier flying down that sucker.
 
One thing I used to do in high school gives me the chills to this day when I think how many innocent people I could have taken out with me.

There was a narrow bridge over railroad tracks out in the country that was "humped up" very high. If you hit the bridge going fast, you'd get airborne. We thought that was fun to do that every week or so. Problem was that you could not see if anyone was coming in the opposite direction. The bridge probably wasn't technically wide enough for two cars, let alone a car and a farm truck or anyone driving in the middle of the road.

My guardian angel must have had a bleeding stomach ulcer for years. Thank goodness he/she was looking out for me (and everyone else).

My dad couldn't figure out why the alignment on my souped-up '55 Dodge station wagon was always bad.

I really and truly was a very sensible young lady for the most part. There was just this.....
 
jujube said:
One thing I used to do in high school gives me the chills to this day when I think how many innocent people I could have taken out with me.

There was a narrow bridge over railroad tracks out in the country that was "humped up" very high. If you hit the bridge going fast, you'd get airborne. We thought that was fun to do that every week or so. Problem was that you could not see if anyone was coming in the opposite direction. The bridge probably wasn't technically wide enough for two cars, let alone a car and a farm truck or anyone driving in the middle of the road.

My guardian angel must have had a bleeding stomach ulcer for years. Thank goodness he/she was looking out for me (and everyone else).

My dad couldn't figure out why the alignment on my souped-up '55 Dodge station wagon was always bad.

I really and truly was a very sensible young lady for the most part. There was just this.....
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never really had a car of my own. DAD bought a VW beetle when i was in college. 1st time we had more than one car. drinking age was 19 in NT state when i went to college in PA Poconos. would be 5 of us in a bug, driving woodsy forest back-road to a club in Port Jervis... can you spell DUMB!?!
 

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