Stupid things you did as a kid.

[btimbit]

Originally Posted by Reaper

Dumbest thing I ever did? I stole elemental sodium from a chem lab in high school. I threw it into a garbage can full off water from thirty feet and the can was destroyed in the explosion. The only reason I didn't get caught was that I blew up the garbage can on a weekend on gravel soccer fields. Thankfully that was well before 9/11 or I would be writing this to you from a cell in a secret facility somewhere.

Friend of mine did something similar. Except it was post 9/11 and he ended up getting a criminal record from it. Community Service and couldn't enter the US until he was 20 (Happened when he was 15)

[Ace]

Originally Posted by cracher

They did get a kick out of it. Handed the blonde guy with a ponytail $3.51 (inflation adjusted $2.50). He did laugh as if he was still learning to read that year.

And, surprisingly, I did think about this periodically over the last 18 years. This might be the best $3.51 I've ever spent.

What about the compound interest

[Coach]

I stuck my tongue a frozen pole once. That was pretty dumb.

My friend though, he did it, ripped it off, then cried, then did it again, then ripped it off again, and it bled all over the place. THAT guy, was dumb.

[codynw]

Skateboarding

I'm only 24 years old and my knees are ruined.

[csnarpy]

Grew up in Canmore, in the 80's. It's Friday night and the four of go and celebrate our buddies 18th at the Canmore Hotel. The rest of us are 16 and 17. No fake IDs or anything, we sit down and the bartender comes up to us and quickly asks " which one of you is 18?" After a long pause, which I'm sure we were all gulping, we point to the birthday boy. The bartender laughs it up, says he's just kidding and asks us for our order.

It was a great night until we were leaving. My buddy, who was 17, stumbled out of the Hotel while the rest of us were holding him up. RCMP, just happened to be parked right outside and asked for his id. My buddy, just yells and screams at the cop. My drunken ass, tries to defend him, and tells the cop that I'll make sure he gets home. But my buddy proceeds to yell at the cop some more. So the cop puts him in the back of the car while I'm still trying to help. He then asks for my id. So I don't have mine either and I get put in car as well.

But instead of the drunk tank and charges and whatever. The cop drives us up to the Nordic Center in spray lakes. Let's us out and says that we can walk back. It's 3am, -15 and it takes us 2hrs to get back.

Got to luv small towns in the 80's. Canmore might have had 5000 ppl back then.

[Fuzz]

^
I might know you. Also grew up there in the 80's. One of my favourites was getting home from work at 10:30 and knowing there is a party...somewhere. I head out on my bike, as I always do to where I thought it was, across the highway towards Harvie Heights then up the power line cut west. I am not seeing or hearing anything. Kinda feeling like I have no idea where the party is. I'm about 3/4 of the way up and see headlights behind. Nice! I think, they are going to the party too! I keep peddling, then think...wait, what if it is the cops? So I bail it into the bushes. About a minute later the vehicle pulls up right beside me.

"You, in the bushes. Come out". Shhhiiiite.
"Uh, hello officer."
""Alright, where is the party?"
"What party?"
"11pm, you, up here? On a bike? I don't think so. Where's the party?"
"If I knew that, I wouldn't be lost up here in the dark, now would I?"
He shines a light at my eyes, nods, and says "ya. Go home."

About an hour later he catches me again in front of the Ho. "Didn't I tell you to go home?"
"Ah, I may as well. Can't find the party."

Ah, the days before cell phones.

[edslunch]

In my parents basement with a pack of firecrackers, the kind that were laced together. I wonder if the laces burn I thought. Oh yeah, they burn, and I'm stomping out a pack of exploding firecrackers on our new rug. My mother runs down and asks what that was and I, standing on a huge burn mark in a cloud of smoke, say "nothing"

[calumniate]

The ones that stand out for me are mostly the near death.

One summer I was going to a hippy yoga retreat at fortress. It was summer so nobody was around. During the hillclimb I'd get my old grand marquis to drift a bit on the hairpins, at about 5k an hour. My friend was amazed by this and wanted me to teach him. So we took his stupid Mazda 3 car and we're now driving downhill. He was shaking the wheel on straights, trying to replicate what I did. I didn't clue in that this was absolutely the wrong thing to do, soon after he's over steering massively and I'm seeing cliff, mountain, cliff, mountain until we finally ride up on the high ground.

Another was my first year snowboarding. I was an expert skier but amateur boarder. I decided at sunshine to take the trees to the right of wawa teebar. Clipped a log and went head down into a tree well. Twenty minutes later I unclipped my bindings and used the board as a rescue device. Took every ounce of energy I had. My friend rather loyally was still at the bottom, and said I was white as a sheet.

[jayswin]

Originally Posted by OutOfTheCube

One summer when I was a teen I would organize games of 'Capture the Flag' in the field by our house. It was great because there were two elementary schools with a big field and lots of trees in between -- the two playgrounds were the 'bases'. We would play at night (10 or 11 PM) so it was dark, and each team would only have a couple flashlights to play with, so you had to be stealthy. Was pretty fun.

So the third or fourth time we did this, I was hiding behind a shed by one of the parks, waiting to make my move for the flag, when a car full of guys pulls up by the 7-11 across the street. They get out and start walking towards the park where 4 or 5 of my friends were guarding (or whatever). For some reason, my friends got scared and bolted. Then all those guys bolted after them. Much yelling and running.

I wandered out and another of my friends came by and we were both thinking "What the hell?" After a few minutes the pack of guys who had come from the 7-11 came back and were like "We're looking for some guys who crashed our friend's party and it's totally you, why would your friends run if it wasn't you, blah blah blah!" Bunch of them ready to fight us, we were outnumbered like 6 to 2.

Managed to talk myself out of that situation, but in hindsight that was a lot more dangerous then I thought. Not sure why I hung around waiting for them to come back.

I caught up with my friends the next day (they had all disappeared and this was pre-cellphones) and I guess they'd all bolted across the field, hopped a few fences, and called the police. The guys were chasing them yelling they were gonna beat the hell out of them and stuff. I got flak for being the one who hid behind a shed, haha.

So, I guess the whole thing was just kind of a stupid situation.

The stupidest thing you did as a kid was played capture the flag and then older kids came and threatened you guys? Haha, you come off so sheltered whenever these types of threads come up. If these stories were all posted anonymously I'd start reading that one and go "Yep, that's OOTC".

[MoneyGuy]

A friend threw a long, sharpened stick in the air. His sister looks up and the sharpened end nails her between the eyes. Could have been much worse.

[btimbit]

Originally Posted by MoneyGuy

A friend threw a long, sharpened stick in the air. His sister looks up and the sharpened end nails her between the eyes. Could have been much worse.

Yikes!

I did something similar with a kid that lived across the cul-de-sac from me. Except it was a 9 Iron, not a stick. Damn lucky the kid didn't end up with a cracked skull

[Johnny199r]

I was pissing in the front yard outside of a party. I thought I saw a cop car coming so Iwalked around the house, down a vary narrow path between two houses that were a few feet apart in the pitch black.

I whack my face against something. Knocked flat on my back. I get back up, go back into theparty. After about 10 seconds, everyone in the party stops and looks at me. My face is covered in blood. I just missed taking me eye out by about 1cm. The cut is deep, down to some very white type looking tissue that I've never seen before. I spent all night in the hospital waiting room and got stitches.

15 years later I still have a 2 inch scar under my eye.

[InglewoodFan]

Much of my youth can be described with a Madlib. I rode a ______ into a _______. Choose from bike, three wheeler, skidoo, "borrowed car" and brick wall, barbed wire fence, dock, parked car

[Drak]

Hand held Roman candle wars, every Halloween and around New Year's eve.

Running in an underground construction site parking lot with 2 pop bottles, which lead to tripping and smashing both bottles into my hands. Still have bad scars on my lower left palm.

[Scornfire]

Playing with Frozen Paintballs out on the farm is definitely one of my most physically enduring acts of stupidity, I doubt if my fingerprints even remotely correlate to the ones that were taken of me in elementary.

Putting aside any truly foolish and criminal activities I may (OR MAY NOT) have engaged in during my youth, one of the funnier things was probably simply sneaking in copious amounts of alcohol to School under the guise of Jones Soda bottles. I'd oft give them to friends I knew I'd be playing against in intramural ball hockey throughout the year, suffice it to say my record was pretty damn impressive through Junior High and High School.

Ps. If you're reading this Wylie, my bad!

[Dion]

Walking home from school we would often throw snowballs at the passing city buses going down Acadia drive. On one particular warm winter day we spotted a bus coming that had a few windows that had been partialy opened by some of the passengers. My buddy at the time thought it would be hilarious if we could somehow throw a snowball through one of those open windows. I remember laughing saying there was no chance in hell he could do it.

We were young, stupid and in grade 5 at the time and weren't thinking about the possible repercussions of our actions. Anyhoo the bet was on and sure enough buddy gets one through an open window hitting a male passenger in the side of the head. Of course we're too busy laughing to notice the bus had come to a sudden stop with driver running towards us. We hear him yelling something about turning us over to the cops so we started running as fast as we could. IIRC he chased us for a block before he gave up.

[I-Hate-Hulse]

Originally Posted by NuclearFart

Not sure I can share any stories yet....what's the statute of limitations in Alberta?

Waitaminute....the OP is Dissentowner.... isn't he a member of Calgary Police? This is entrapment!

I never burnt anything.
I committed no moving violations in a vehicle.
I never threw nothing at no one.

All of you miscreants are going to jail however....

[Zevo]

Pellet gun fights in my friends parents basement, no eye protection. We were lucky.

[OutOfTheCube]

Originally Posted by jayswin

The stupidest thing you did as a kid was played capture the flag and then older kids came and threatened you guys? Haha, you come off so sheltered whenever these types of threads come up. If these stories were all posted anonymously I'd start reading that one and go "Yep, that's OOTC".

I suppose.

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.

[indes]

My dad's favorite story is the time I got caught underage drinking at a park. Me and some friends were drinking at the park when a cop car pulled up right on the grass. We all made a dash for it and would you know it I was the one who they chased down with their car through the green space. So when they catch me they ask where I got the case of beer from.

I lied and said I stole it from my dad. The cops took me home, wrote me a couple tickets and knocked on the door. "Does this boy and beer belong to you"?

"Why yes, yes they do".

Needless to say the beer was never his and I never got it back. Worst part is I get to hear the story of the CPS delivering my old man a case of beer ALL THE TIME