We also used to go "storeing" which meant we'd just go to different stores and basically be the most annoying kids in the world, making a mess and playing games around the store.
So, now as an adult, you do interneting?
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The story of rock fights brought back memories. There were about 10 of us 11 year olds in two teams throwing "dirt bombs" (clumps of dirt) at each other. It was cool because if you got hit, the clump would "explode" into dust.
I was hiding behind a big mound of dirt when I felt something heavy clump me on the head. Apparently, one of the kids threw a big rock and I got hit. I remember being stunned, but didn't feel pain. I looked around wondering what happened when I heard someone say "he's bleeding". I put my hand up to my head and it came back wet with blood. That's when I freaked out.
I don't remember how, but I think a friend helped me ride my bike back home. My parents had that "scared but don't freak out the child" look on their faces. We went to the hospital's emergency entrance - I remember everyone staring at me, and being quickly ushered into a room even though there others were waiting who were there before us. I happened to walk by a mirror and I was a mess. Face covered with dry blood, matted hair under a scrunched up bloody towel being pressed on the cut. I thought I looked pretty cool, actually. Ended up just needing a few stitches.
The boy who threw the rock came over with his mom the next day to apologize. Funny thing is, my mom was upset, but I wasn't - I was embarrassed for the kid for having to come over and apologize. If anything, the accident gave me a great story and a bit of hero status.
I'll take my lame sheltered stories as opposed to the kids that have the "well, we went bobsledding at COP..." story. MANY of the stories here could've ended just as badly (or worse).
There's no shame in being someone who played it safe. I just thought it was an amusing/dumb story to share anyways.
I'm with you. I've never really done anything I can think of that was life threatening when I was a kid.
Think the only time I might have had a chance to injure myself was when I scaled one of those short fences that was pointed at the top. Could have impaled myself on it if I slipped I suppose, but that's about it.
Oh, and we did poke a dead rattlesnake with a stick, but that snake was dead, so not like it could bite us.
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We also used to go "storeing" which meant we'd just go to different stores and basically be the most annoying kids in the world, making a mess and playing games around the store.
ha - that reminds me of a time when my buddy and i were told to leave toys r us. they had a huge display of toy emergency vehicles - the ones when you push one of the buttons the lights/horns/sirens come on. we thought it would be fun to see how many we could get going at once. it didn't take long for a manager to come by and tell us to get lost. ha!
the worst part was i think we were in our early 20s at the time
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Ok wait so I wasn't reading the plot of The Sandlot in the OP?
Edit: Ahh beat wayyy to the punch.
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Stood at the edge of a wheatfield and let the herbicide from a spray plane rain down on me. The pilot definitely saw me too .... he tipped his wings to say hello.
When I was 10 years old my younger brother and I were playing in the spare bedroom, and I thought we could get a better view of Okanagan Lake if we used a chair to get up and sit on the window sill. My brother leaned against the screen in the window which fell out and he barely grabbed onto the window frame as he fell out with it. This was up two stories and there was a concrete sidewalk below him.
My first thought was that I couldn't help him out so I ran downstairs to my mom and yelled at her to help him. She was on the phone, screamed and dropped the phone, running as fast as she could upstairs. Everything ended up fine, and my brother was young enough that it didn't bother him too much, but it's terrifying to think that I could have seriously injured or killed my brother because of a stupid idea like that. It felt like 2 minutes passed to get her to help, but it was only 15 seconds or so in reality.
Just writing this gives me the same feeling in the pit of my stomach as when it happened then. I know when my brother brings it up it does that to my mom as well. Every other dumb thing I ever did as a kid pales in terms of how badly someone could have been hurt.
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I was about 8 and we had this tall bureau (maybe eight feet high) that I climbed onto. It suddenly toppled over and I had to leap to safety. It had lots of glass on the front and you know the rest. My mom came running downstairs to see if I was dead.
Another glass-related story. I was a tool to my sisters and one sister threw a shoe at me. As in the first story I exhibited my athleticism and ducked but I was standing in front of our china cabinet. You know the rest of this story, too. Glass and dishes everywhere.
I was about 8 and we had this tall bureau (maybe eight feet high) that I climbed onto. It suddenly toppled over and I had to leap to safety. It had lots of glass on the front and you know the rest. My mom came running downstairs to see if I was dead.
When I was a kid I didn't know that much about WWII, Nazis or the holocaust. In fact, I thought the swastika was a cool pattern. Well one day after it snowed, I went outside and drew the largest damn swastika pattern you ever saw in the snow on my front lawn by ''walking'' the pattern. It was massive. The entire front lawn. Didn't think anything of it and just went back inside.
I guess some of the neighbours started calling my mom and she storms up to my room. Since my room overlooked the front lawn she looks out the window at the giant swasitka and asks me if I was ''drawing patterns on the lawn''. Yes I was I answered. I then got told how I had just offended the entire neighbourhood and about the memory of 6 million people. She made me go outside and sweep the snow from the lawn with a broom.
Looking back it was innocent at the time. But still very stupid to do.
This reminded me of a time after school I decided to write a massive version of the word "FART" in the snow on my neighbors lawn. I thought it was hilarious, and of course the perfect crime because nobody would think I did it (I was probably 7 or 8 at the time). About a half hour later my mom comes up to me asking me if I had written 'a word' in the snow on the neighbours lawn. I acted all incredulous, "wha, me? unpossible!". Then she took me outside and showed the painfully obvious path of footprints leading from the end of the "T" to our back door. Clearly busted, I then had to knock on their door and apologize, and then move all the snow around so the offending word was obscured properly.
Thinking about it now, I'm sure it was all the neighbour could do to keep from laughing about it while I meekly apologized and he had to act all indignant.
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This reminded me of a time after school I decided to write a massive version of the word "FART" in the snow on my neighbors lawn. I thought it was hilarious, and of course the perfect crime because nobody would think I did it (I was probably 7 or 8 at the time). About a half hour later my mom comes up to me asking me if I had written 'a word' in the snow on the neighbours lawn. I acted all incredulous, "wha, me? unpossible!". Then she took me outside and showed the painfully obvious path of footprints leading from the end of the "T" to our back door. Clearly busted, I then had to knock on their door and apologize, and then move all the snow around so the offending word was obscured properly.
Thinking about it now, I'm sure it was all the neighbour could do to keep from laughing about it while I meekly apologized and he had to act all indignant.
ha - that's awesome. i have a friendly feud going with one of my neighbours. he's a big canucks fan.... enough said. i really wanted to go to his yard in the spring and fertilize his front yard in the shape of the flames 'c'... but i was pretty sure he'd know who did it
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I would spend all of my Social Studies class doing anything but schooling. Throwing textbooks into the courtyard in the middle and spending the next 20 minutes meandering the halls to retrieve them. In this same class I'm pretty sure I spent 2 full classes taping a piece of presentation paper over a vent that was blowing cold air.
Friend blowing a hole through the arts room window with a home made pipebomb and proceeding to need to run to the closest alley.
The popular Snowball at vehicle exercise resulting in a much slower adult getting out of said vehicle and chasing us, as well as rocks at seagulls.
And my favorite would be when I discovered that bobby pins plus electrical outlets equal "sweet balls of spark everywhere" usually I would do it in empty hallways, until my final episode outside of Miss Lim's math room during class change, of course the packed hallway went crazy which proceeded to Miss Lim running out and asking who did it. Could of just said nothing and no one would of been in trouble, but nope got the one kid who yelled my name and pointed to me, End Result was a trip to the office and having to write a report on voltage.
Good times....
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This is going back to the USSR. In those days of pre-helicopter parenting, we were basically released into the street in the morning, and would just return when hunger overcame us. Anyhow, I think I was about 8 or 9 when we came across some roof tile (these were big wavy sheets made out of clay or some sort of "stony" material). So, the next logical thing was to start a big bonfire and see what would happen when you toss a tile "sheet" into it. Well, it was super exciting because, once the material got super hot, it exploded like a grenade. Let's throw some more in! But we better stand back 12 feet just in case. I felt that last piece of stone brush my hair just by my temple. So, 1" from a Darwin Award.
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I watched my friend shoot a nail through his hand when I was about 8 or 9. We would empty a bic pen, and then crush up about 100 match heads, and shoot nails from it.
Things can burn pretty quick, and then buddy sent a nail through his hand. Tough kid - didn't even cry haha.
So, 1" from a Darwin Award.
