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.

We used to fall off of roof tops and do stunt rolls not to get hurt, one kid broke his arm.

Snuck into a top secret area of a military base. Also threw fire crackers in that top secret area.

Poked sticks down the burrows of tarantulas, trying to get them to leap out at us.

Ride on top of a car going 65mph.

Pee on a state troopers windshield as he drove by.

Played tag with real cars around town. (we called it cat and mouse)

Jump on a moving freight train.

Try to steal the states largest pumpkin.

The list of stupidity goes on and on from when I was a kid lol

lol everyone is more adventourous then me.

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Originally Posted by CandleLite

lol everyone is more adventourous then me.

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I wouldn't call it adventurous, as a kid I had no fear and was willing to do anything.

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INDEPENDENCE, Mo. -- Police said teens stole two go-carts from Cool Crest overnight and raced them down Interstate 70.

Police said the thieves broke a window in a storage shed and stole the carts, which sounded the alarms at the entertainment park.

Witnesses reported seeing the go-carts driving down the highway.

"Some people driving by thought it was odd there were go-carts on the highway, so they called in and reported it," Cool Crest's Kyle Breon told KMBC's Peggy Breit.

Police spotted the two go-carts pulling off Interstate 70 at Manchester Trafficway, which is about 4 miles away from Cool Crest.

The teens tried to run away, but police quickly caught them. Two 14-year-old boys from Kansas City were arrested.

The go-carts were not damaged.

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The radio station I listen to talked about this and it cracked me up. The boys may have gotten arrested, but I bet it was worth it.

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Originally Posted by abracax

I wouldn't call it adventurous, as a kid I had no fear and was willing to do anything.

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When you're a kid it's called 'no fear' and when you're an adult it's called 'no brains'.

Nice stories Abracax

lol I live like a half hour from Independence

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Originally Posted by lordandrew

Nice stories Abracax

lol I live like a half hour from Independence

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Because of everything I have done, my kids are screwed when they become teenagers. They won't be able to get away with anything lol

lmafo your right

err. after watching mary poppins i wanted to fly with an umbrella too... went to the second floor (my conscience told me not..so i went to get the biggest umbrella) opened umbrella.. say on sill and jumped... didnt work but went harm free (thank god the floor was concrete too)

Also when i was 5-6 i was in the fathers truck and we were going home from a relative house and since my father ownsa construction company he had lots of materials back there... so i herd a really nice song on the radio.. decided i wanted to be a rock star and air guitar, my dad made a sharp turn and i landed on top of a bunchof sharp fency type stuff (have no idea wat its called lol) sat down bak on the seat looked down saw blood went to my mom "mom can i have a tissue im bleeding" mom turns freaks out we got to the ER and i get carried away with 45 stitches...hehe i tell my lil cousins the scar is from a bear scratch cuz it 3 stripes.. they still believe it ^.^

I wasnt such a rebel when i was young i left that to my brother hes got like a hundred and 1 stories of stoopid things he's done lol

wow ...... im not that adventourous

when i was 4 i ate 1 pieces of pizza (i was a tall kid not fat) then somebody dared me to eat the teachers pizza and i ddn know it was hers (preschool) so i ate it and then had to giv up my cupcake the next day to her

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Originally Posted by Zen Master

when i was 4 i ate 1 pieces of pizza (i was a tall kid not fat) then somebody dared me to eat the teachers pizza and i ddn know it was hers (preschool) so i ate it and then had to giv up my cupcake the next day to her

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awwwww........lol

There was a while when I was growing up that my friends and I were obsessed with games like four-square and hopscotch. Piece of chalk, a ball or a small rock, and a piece of asphalt and you are good to go! Only problem, of course, is that a sidewalk is too small for four-square. Our mothers said "no" to the street. And we weren't allowed on the school playground after hours. OK, fair enough. Living on a military base, we simply moved to a nearby parade field, which is really just a huge sheet of blacktop. Nope...chased away from there.

The ultimate solution was simple to us. And it worked well for a very short time. The ends of runways make FABULOUS spots for this. Or rather, they do until the MP's take you to your father in tears. Yeah, that was uncool. But we did sneak back a couple more times. :)

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Originally Posted by Zen Master

when i was 4 i ate 1 pieces of pizza (i was a tall kid not fat) then somebody dared me to eat the teachers pizza and i ddn know it was hers (preschool) so i ate it and then had to giv up my cupcake the next day to her

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Ah, being 4 years old...

When I was in kindergarten, there was a massive tower of those wooden blocks. I thought they were huge back then. Went back a year ago, it's about 5 feet high. The tower is, that is.


A stupid thing I did was simply light a match in the laundry room. Went through about 6 of those things before I finally was able to get it to light, and when it did light, I was shocked that I dropped it on the floor. Nothing happened, but the smell made my parents angry with me. Got a lecture for that one.


Didn't really do a whole lot of things that were stupid, honestly.

when i was like 9 i was playing outside... some war game w/ my friends.. then i came in and leaned over to take my shoes off n' i saw blood running down the inside of my calf.. n' i saw a lil piece of wood (splinter) sticking out.. so i sit down n' start to pull it out...

as i pulled on it.. IT KEPT COMMING OUT.. turned out to be an inch and a half long sliver of wood that was lodged in my calf... ><

Nice, drizztix.

I haven't done any really stupid stuff yet because I'm still a kid.


I will, though.

When I was 5 my cousin and I were at school and my Grandma came to pick us up. She started talking to a friend and the two of us became very bored after the first 5 minutes... by the time we'd been told to stop fidgeting for the millionth time [an hour later lol] we went wandering off and my Grandma didn't notice because she was so wrapped up in her conversation.

Along the back of the school was a drainage ditch. It was about 3 feet deep and ran into a tunnel under the street. I told my cousin we should go swimming. He said no as we'd get in trouble. I allowed this was possible but pointed out that Grandma would never notice. My cousin seemed to agree but wanted to know what she'd say when she saw our clothes were wet. I came up with the perfect solution...

So a while later we were buck naked splashing each other and slowly making our way down the long tunnel. Grandma freaked out and went running in after us. Her clothes got soaked and she was very embarrassed for having allowed us to get into such mischief. We had to spend the rest of the day on time out and didn't get desert even!

Once upon a time, my cousins and I was roaming around in the garage waiting for supper.

We found duct tape. Me and my brother got the idea to wrap it around my cousins head, at mouth level. The entire roll.

It was hilarious.

hmmmm, ouch blanket, judging by one of your pictures (your on the roof) I guessed your experiment isn't over lol ^_^

I was like 4 or 5 when I did my stupidest move ever. We just moved to this new subdivision and our house is nearly finished, one morning I needed to take a dump and decide to use the portable toilet bowl (I enjoy using this when I was a kid, really mobile)
but I was using it inside the bathroom. soon I got bored then started moving around with my portable toilet bowl (told you really mobile) first outside the bathroom then in the kitchen,sofa until I was in the front porch... I was really admiring the blue skies, kinda humming while I was doing that then reality started to catch up with me.I was outside with people walking by, some were laughing others were like astounded (I don't know they got a face like they saw superman or boogerman) then my dad shooed my back to the house.
my portable toilet story ^_^

When I was on holiday in the Caribbean it was one of those kids nights at the resort, and it was like a train song or something, and we were walking along and I turned to wave at my Mum and Dad, and I walked into a pillar, a big, concrete pillar, right on the corner as well.... it hurt....

LOL, really funny tricky boy ^_^

no it's not, it bloody hurt it did!!

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Originally Posted by Tricky Boy

no it's not, it bloody hurt it did!!

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for you, LOL ^_^

When I was about 1yr old my mom was working and left us with a baby sitter for the day. When she came to pick us up, I was no where to be seen. She asked the baby sitter where I was, she said I was in the front yard playing with the other kids. They quick searched the neighborhood and found that I had been taken by two teenage girls.

When I was in kindergarten every day after class, we had to go to my sisters class and pick her up. Every time we had to wait for my sister, I would lay down in the door way and make all the girls with skirts step over me. Always made my day lol

My turn.


I believe it was the summer of my 13th year when my mother got her first dishwashing machine. Not a new model but still in very good shape. We were all happy for her and it made one of those little "events" that family life so much revolves about. Like "The day of the new car" or "The day we found the cat". Or when I got my first pair of glasses.
However, "The day of the dishwasher" soon got supplanted by another little "event", as you will see...

That summer, my father decided I would play little league baseball. To this day, I do not understand what possessed him to register me. My brother, a year older and always a natural athlete, was the one who excelled at every sport. I, on the other hand, wasn't just bad at sports. I was atrocious!! I managed to get a little better in my late teens but only because I couldn't get any worse. And plagued by bad vision, baseball was a nightmare, being a most visual sport.

Anyway, about three weeks after mom got her dishwasher, I'm at Sunday morning practice and the coach decides to keep me for a little extra work. To try to get me to run properly. And catch properly. And to put the bat on that damned ball!! In his words: "make something close to a ball players outta you" (he soon after gave up the notion...). And after about an hour of that, he drives me home.

We get there about 1 o'clock in the afternoon and, as I get out of the coach's VW mini-van, I see mom with my kid sister in her arms, waiting for me outside the front door with the rest of the family already in the car.
"What took you so long?" she asks
"Extra practice" I say and, being my mother, I need not tell her another word. She knows of my athletic abilities...
"Listen" she says, "we're all going to town. Your lunch is ready and still hot. You'll have the house to yourself but we'll be gone about an hour, maybe a little more. All I ask is that you start the dishwasher after your meal. Can you do that?"
"...hum..."
"Alright" she sighs, "come inside and I'll show you... AGAIN!"

I can tell from her tone that she already showed me more than once, but I have an inborn tendency to a have my mind wander off at the most inconvenient moments. And it's nothing I can help. Right now, I for the life of me can't remember ever knowing anything about that machine!

"See" she says, "you put your plate down here, utensils go here, your glass up here and this place here, that's where you put the soap. It's under the sink. You close the door and lock it. That's important. If you don't lock it well and good, the machine won't start. Let me see you do it, it's a little stiff... There, that's good. That's the start button here. Now go wash your hands and face before you eat! We'll be back soon."
"No problem" I say. "This is easy! Don't worry, I got it!"

Making short work of hands and face (I'm famished!!), I sit and have my lunch with almost a sense of jubilation at the thought of operating this dishwasher machine. You see, I know how to do this. If I was a little apprehensive before, I feel I dominate the situation now! Hell!! I could probably design and build one of these things myself...
So, lunch finished, I step forth imperially and place my plate, utensils and glass in their proper place, find the soap under the sink and puts it in with a little extra dash as some of those pots and pans are really dirty (I can judge these things now, you see...), close and lock the door and hit the start button. And immediately, it starts. HAH! Nothing to it mom! I can do this every day now.

So... With the house all to myself and a good meal inside me, I do my usual thing: grab a book and sit on the sofa in the living room. But it's a nice, balmy summer day and the place is quiet, except for the drone of the dishwasher. I'm a little tired from extra practice and I just ate. So, not unnaturally, I fall asleep. And here I must pause in the story.




( To be concluded in the next post )

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Originally Posted by abracax

When I was about 1yr old my mom was working and left us with a baby sitter for the day. When she came to pick us up, I was no where to be seen. She asked the baby sitter where I was, she said I was in the front yard playing with the other kids. They quick searched the neighborhood and found that I had been taken by two teenage girls.

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Haha!! You must have been such an adorable child to be taken by two teenage girls!

I've had similar experience with that, but instead of being taken by two teenage girls, it was these two old friendly ladies. :D

my turn i guess!

when i was 7 yrs old, my mom and dad left me home alone while they went to visit my grandparents ( i was pretending to be sick ) about 10 minutes after they left i got my sled out from under my bed, greased it with cooking oil, and went outside to the hill where my friends were waiting for me, got on my sled, my friends pushed me down the hill, went off a snow jump, landed in the middle of a busy street, slid for about 15 feet, smacked my right arm on a speeding car. someone called 911 and i was at the hospital about 10 minutes later, with 56 stitches in my right arm and a broken collar bone. lol least i survived to talk about it, lol now its a tradition that me and my friends do that every year

You must remember that we hadn't had that dishwashing machine for very long. And, to me, dishwashing soap had always been that green, gooey liquid called Palmolive. You know the kind. It's supposed to leave your hands soft and... palmolivish I guess. Now sure, there was a green box with the word CASCADE printed on it under the sink, but I never even considered that! In my mind, dishes were to be washed with the green, gooey stuff coming out of that plastic bottle. Forever and ever, Amen.

Of course now you know where this is going...

Back to the story.

About half an hour after drowsing off, a noise brings me back. Not a loud or startling noise. Rather soft and somewhat pleasant. Not unfamiliar either. Kind of like the sound Rice-Krispies make when you pour milk on them, but more discreet, more subdued than that.

I'm curious as to where this comes from, so I open my eyes...and my heart grows very cold.

The floor has disappeared!!!

In it's place there is foam. As far as I can see in the house, the floor is now white foam. Everywhere.

How did this happen?? I step into the foam and make my way to the kitchen and THERE, right THERE is the cause of this disaster. I have been BETRAYED!...

Mom's dishwasher isn't just leaking foam, it's birthing a white monster! It's creating a Suds Universe!! A real Immaculate Conception you perceive...(couldn't resist that one!)

I remember clearly my very first thought to be: "This has never happened before..." and then, right on the heels of that: "It's mom's fault! I followed her instructions! I did what she told me to do!"
But I know that's not right and, after a few seconds, it dawns on me. "Oh My God!" I think, "it was just a little extra dash..."

I have to stop this machine. And my first inclination is to simply unlock and open the door. But almost immediately, I reject that. I REALLY shouldn't open that door!!!! I step closer and something I never noticed before just leaps into my sight: a Stop button. I hit it and the machine stops. Phew...

What now? How do I pick up this mess? And preferably do so BEFORE mom and the rest get back?
I get the mop and pail and have a go at it, but trying to pick up foam with a mop is just impossible. So now I have a real problem.
I try with my bare hands, but this will take all day at this rate. Just as I'm about to despair, an idea comes. Why not use a broom and shovel??!!

I go get those in the back room, turn on the cold water in the sink and try brooming and shoveling. AND IT'S WORKING!!! This is one of the best idea I've ever had! I, the unpractical dreamer, have come up with a concrete solution to a concrete problem and for a moment, I am consumed by a feeling of triumphant satisfaction at my common sensical approach to the problem at hand. "You just have to treat the foam as a solid, not a liquid! Boy this is clever!! Almost scientific..." I congratulate myself. And of course, that's when I hear the car coming in the driveway. And my heart sinks into the soles of my shoes.

I will never forget the look on my mother's face when she came in the door that afternoon. I have never again seen incredulity, ire and sadness fight for domination of a countenance in quite that way.

"What did you do?" she asked me in a low voice, the sadness having temporarely won out.
"I did what you told me!!!" I said. "I just put in a little extra dash of soap to make sure..."
"A LITTLE EXTRA DASH!! WHAT DID YOU DO, PUT IN THE WHOLE BOX???"
"What box?"
"..."
"..."


Nowadays, whenever my mother tells the story, she gets hysterical at precisely the point when she starts to describe the look on my face when she came in the door that day...

Wildor, I am willing to bet you put liquid dish soap in the dishwasher instead of the correct soap lmao

I have done that before, talk about suds.........

Ahhh good times when i was in fourth grade christmas night
I decided why dont i paly with fireworks i had a little bottel rocket
and i lit it but wha ti didint know was ur suppoised to put it on the ground
before you light it..... So me being stupid i dropped it and it flew up my shirt:(
Still got scars from that one lol..... funny thign i did it agian last year

I think this is a plot to get me to talk about the "Incident"