Crazy Kid Stories

When you were a kid did you ever do anything wild/crazy/really, really dumb? Something, that if you ever saw your own kid doing, you'd freak out for?

I did a ton of stupid things, but one of them stands out in my memory.

When I was 8 years old I spent a summer on my grandparents' farm. Grandma and Grandpa were usually busy so I was in charge of my own entertainment. One day I decided to make a parachute out of garbage bags. I put it to the test by jumping from a window on the second floor of the house.

While I was lying on the ground, trying to get the wind back that was knocked out of me when I landed, I decided the reason it didn't work was because I didn't have enough height.

Soooooo, I gathered up my parachute and headed over to Grandpa's barn and climbed up into the loft. God, I was such a dumb kid. The end result was a fractured arm and wrist, some pretty nasty bruises and a whole lot of lectures.

that sounds more dangorus then a ride in the dryer. the heat was nice, but i kept banging my head

I once accidentally rode a minibike with no brakes into the back of a parked semi truck and broke my wrist and got a hairline fracture in my femur.

i tried to trip my neghbors bike by sticking my leg out along the side walk he was riding on. it was going to be the funnist joke ever. i still have the scar from that one

haha um...
when i was 7 or something i got a new bike and i raced 2 of my neighbor's friends and i went to pass one of them and i ran into a curb. and being the stupid kid i was i didnt realize i had to do a wheelie before going up the curb and i flied a good 2 feet and messed up my knee. still limp a bit when i do a lot of exercise

I have a lot of these :rolleyes:

One day last summer i was really really bored, and my parents weren't
home, so me & my friend decided to move my mini-trampoline into the
area with the pool. Then we decided to stand on the fence, jump to the
trampoline, and then jump into the pool. I missed the pool...

Awww, Blanket.. that must have been painful. :(

When I was 6 or 7(Can't remember because I was moving around a LOT) at my mom's shop, inside a small room, I was holding a bbq lighter. Don't ask, I don't recall how that got into the hands of a 6/7 year old. I was sitting on the floor and there was a tissue on top of a big, long children's hardcover book. My dad, who was in the room at the moment, left to go get something. Me, being a stupid child, decided to do something stupid.

Yep, I lit the tissue on fiya. It slowly consumed the tissue and somehow burst into a huge flame, and it started moving against the wall, spreading around..

Gosh, I just sat there, shocked with horror. I had nightmares after that and it took 4 years to get rid of those scary flashbacks..

My parents got divorced when I was 1 yrs old.
The first few years after it, I haven't seen my dad.. the only thing I knew, was that he had a moustache.

A few years later, when I was about 4yrs old, me and my mom went into the post-office. It was really crowded over there with construction workers getting their paycheck for the holidays.
When in line, waiting for our turn.. I saw this construction worker in the line next to us. And euhm... he had a moustache..
So I asked my mom (pretty loud), pointing towards that guy: "Mommy.. Is that my daddy?"

It seemed that that guys head turned almost as red as my mom's..
And all of his colleagues started laughing and making jokes at him..

For some reason, my mom grabbed me by my arm, turned around and left the post-office to return an other time... :confused:

:rolleyes:

When i was 5 me and my friend were in my grandparents backyard. They have a basement that has a small window looking out on ground level of the yard. The only door to the basement is in the garage that you have to get in from inside or the front yard. So were playing some stupid game that were power rangers and we have to save the people in the basement. Well lazy me decides instead of running around to the front of the house ill punch the window. I still have a scar on my forearm and a piece of glass in it.

When I was 8, I locked myself out on the balcony of our apartment, which was 5 floors up. Not sure how I managed it, considering it locks from the inside.
So, I climbed along the window ledge and busted in a screen to get back inside. If I'd fallen, I would have died.