What is the stupidest thing you did as a kid?

Gaer

Gaer

"Angel whisperer"
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i did some pretty ignorant stunts as a child, and of course, never told anyone. Probably wouldn't be let out of the house again if I did. What stupid things did you do?
 

Three things come to mind for me.
1. hanging on to a steel girder while I made my way across an old, deserted bridge of the Tongue River because the bridge had either no cross boards or rotten cross boards. it was scary and I was nine years old but i wanted to see if I could do it. "Do not Enter " mean't "Check this out!"
2. I found some quicksand. (about the same age). I wrote a letter saying my name so if I died, they would know what happened to me, but I was fascinated by the quicksand and tied a rope around my ankle and around the bottom of a bush in case I was sucked in. I teased and played with the quicksand for three days to see how far I could stick my hand or foot in it and still get out.
3. Again, about the same age. I'd crawl in caves in the hills by the river. (Yellowstone) I'd listen for Rattlesnakes and if I heard them, I'd crawl back out. Killed one HUGE rattler, but didn't think there might be more around.
STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! But I never told anyone about my antics. (except you guys)
 

Wow! Makes my crap seem like nothing. LOL

I do have one to add to the list...I was a very curious child. I used to visit the neighbor man when he worked on lawnmowers. One day he was sick and I saw this thing on a tree I'd never seen before. I poked it gently with a stick. It spread it's wings and shrieked at me. Turned out to be a bat in broad daylight. Mom lost it cuz I could've gotten bit and got rabies. Fastest I ever moved in my life. LOL
 
My parents liked to take trips to Las Vegas. Mostly my mom liked the Roulette tables. My dad just wanted her happy.
My mom liked Joshua Trees & we always stopped in the desert so she could take photos next to them.
When I was around 5 years old, we drove a mile or so into the desert & my dad started taking photos. I had a habit of wandering & petting every animal I found outside. I found a large snake next to a bush & picked it up. Later, I learned it was a Mojave Rattlesnake - one of the deadliest. I remember thinking "He comes with his own built-in toy - how cute his tail was - with those rattles on it." I was handling him for at least 5 minutes when I heard my dad yell, "Hey...put that down...he can kill ya!" I said, "But he likes me." My dad didn't want to come near me while I was holding him. I gently put him down. To this day, I don't know why he didn't bite me or even rattle.

When I was around 7, my dad had some type of door-to-door sales job. Sometimes, he'd take me with him & I'd wait in the car - an old DeSoto. It wasn't very smart of him because he knew I liked to play with every knob & switch in the car.
He parked on a hill & before he got out of the car, he told me not to touch anything. Yeah, sure I won't touch anything.......until you get out.
The first thing I did was push that starter button. It made the whole car shake like those rides in front of grocery stores.
Then I played with that pull-out parking brake. It sprung forward & the car started to roll down the hill....faster & faster. I jumped into the back seat. It went over the curb & slammed into a tree on the sidewalk. Lucky no one was killed.
 
I was the most stupid kid ever, because I'd been told if you shave your legs the hairs grown back thicker and longer, I once cut my eyelashes off, thinking they would as well....... (they didn't)….🥴
 
We used to play in the orange groves by our house. The farmer would find us, point his shot gun at us, and tell us to get. We got. Yeah, as soon as he got gone, we got back into his orange grove 🤣.

When he sold the groves to Disney and they started putting in the sewers for Disneyland, we played in sewer tunnels. The security guards would come over, no shot gun, and yell to get out. The side side will cave in and you will die. We got out. Once they were gone, yup, we got back in.

The stupid things we did. Fun, but stupid.
 
Ferocious said:
Hmmmm......how did you manage to do that, did someone (perhaps) turn the room upside down...😊
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All you need is an attic that's only partially floored. I did the same thing but it was the living room ceiling I put my foot through.

Wren said:
I was the most stupid kid ever, because I'd been told if you shave your legs the hairs grown back thicker and longer, I once cut my eyelashes off, thinking they would as well....... (they didn't)….🥴
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Eighth grade for me. No eyelashes until ninth grade.


Ferocious said:
I've never stopped being stupid.
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I mentioned earlier in a posting about getting shot in the forehead with a Daisy Red Ryder BB Rifle due to my own stupidity. A half inch lower and they could have been calling me Ol' One Eye.

I keep thinking I'll be smarter when I finally grow up...…..
 
I grew up!

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jujube said:
All you need is an attic that's only partially floored. I did the same thing but it was the living room ceiling I put my foot through.



Eighth grade for me. No eyelashes until ninth grade.




I mentioned earlier in a posting about getting shot in the forehead with a Daisy Red Ryder BB Rifle due to my own stupidity. A half inch lower and they could have been calling me Ol' One Eye.

I keep thinking I'll be smarter when I finally grow up...…..
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Same thing with my husband. He had an MRI, showed the BB was still stuck in his forehead. I would have thought the test would have pulled it out, but the bone has grown around it.
 
When I was 5-6, we lived on the top of a very steep hill, and at the bottom was one of the main streets in town-lots of traffic. My cousin , and I, found a barrel. We decided to get in the barrel and roll down the hill. Hey, why not! At first, it was kind of fun, but the the barrel picked up speed, and began to bounce high when it met a bump. We were spinning around in that thing. We bounced down onto the street. We could hear the squeal of breaks. When the barrel stopped rolling, we climbed out. We couldn't walk straight, we were falling down. I don't remember being sick, though. Cars were all over the place. We left the barrel in the middle of the street and climbed up the hill. That night my parents were talking about those irresponsible parents, who would let their kids roll down in a barrel, messing up traffic.
 
What stupid things did I do? Well, lets see, I grew up in a logging camp with plenty of heavy equipment parked all over the place, various extremely sharp axes and saws readily available, three dangerous rivers, lots of mountains and rocks, logging trains running through the camp at all hours, log piles (called cold decks), a mill pond full of floating logs to walk on, a water tower and fire hose drying tower to climb on, steep gravel roads on which rattletrap bicycles could reach speeds near the sound barrier, . My guardian angel retired with shattered nerves by the time I reached high school.
 

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