I'll go first to get the ball rolling.

There is always the "sport" I used to enjoy as a kid when it can to Christmas lights on the neighbors house. 
After dark.... when the lights are on and it's more likely that the neighbors are inside watching TV..... we would get our BB guns (when mom wasn't home of course) and find a strategically hidden position across the street at a challenging distance..... and the lights along the roof line became targets. Not an easy task at night with open sights at over 100' distance. It took skill and determination.....and some stupidity on the part of us kids..... 

The neighbor never did realize what we were doing. I guess he thought his lights were going out way up there on the roof.....



Then there was the time we snowballed the same guy's car...and he literally chased us all over the neighborhood and even through the woods.... never did catch us..... but we kept an eye peeled for him for several weeks after that. 

And the other time we were snowballing cars on the hill from a vantage point overlooking the road, when a cop car came up the hill and I recalled saying "...don't throw...that's a cop".... but  my friend Bobby decided to throw his snowball anyway.....any other time he would have missed, but not this time...... whack... dead hit on the cop's windshield...... it was a thing of beauty...... but it sure was dumb.... really dumb.  But since we had a really good headstart on the cop, and we were on foot and knew the neighborhood and the trails..... we got away. The roads were covered with snow, so the cop had to take his time getting to the top of the hill and turning into the neighborhood to get to us....we always made sure we had the advantage. 

we actually had 2 really good hills and both had excellent vantage points for throwing snow balls at passing cars. Quite a few drivers would try to catch us ...I assume, to teach us a lesson, but we could see them coming and there was no way they would venture into the woods too far at night.....we were on "OUR" turf in the woods. They could not find us. 

You? 

I burned the family house down when I was 3, playing with matches. 

When I was 16 I got drunk and decided to clambour around the outside of a 150 foot bridge for fun. Someone saw me, figured I was about to kill myself, a crowd formed on the quayside below, and the police showed up. Not one of my finest moments. 

I'd be afraid to say... 


:-)

So many and, having 3 teenage kids of my own, it scares me.
Age 14 hitchiked 100 miles from Warwick to Glastonbury (famous weekender UK music festival)
Took an acid tab on the first night and had a really bad acid trip - hitchiked all the way back again the next day still out of it. My parents still believe I was staying at a friends house.

There was this group of kids that were always picking on me pushing me around way back in kindergarten. My parents told me to tell them that they were hurting me and to stop and if they didn't, give it back to them. Well, we got in to it one day and my kindergarten teacher pulled us apart.

She pinched my arm and I told her she was hurting me, but she wouldn't let go. So, with all my might, I shoved her and she went ass over head over one of our little wooden desks and in to a row of desks. Crap went flying, kids went running and crying.

And ya know what ... nobody ever got in to a fight again in her class after that.

My folks apologized to her and told her why I did it and they all had a laugh.

Things were so much easier in the 70's.

Nothing, ever.
 
It all seemed like a good idea at the time.

Tried to see how high I could go on the swing set......then jumped off.   The cast came off in 8 weeks.

Almost everything I did as a kid was dumb... laff. My maternal grandmother (Mammy Weaver) once told my mom that it was only by the grace of God that I was still alive. I used to go out to her farm and I'd be out in the field with the bull, he never bothered me but it seems everyone was amazed. I shot myself in the neck with one of those Daisey BB guns that had the plastic stock near and under the end of the barrel that you pulled way back to cock the gun, it was pretty strong for a BB gun. I stood it cocked against the barbwire fence and proceeded to climb the fence, it fell to the side and shot me right in the side of the neck. Made a big eed knot but didn't break the skin.
Riding a bike... slipped the front tire just off the side of a friend's driveway then turned it back to try and get back on the driveway... of course it slammed me straight down onto the concrete, forehead first.. had a knot you could (for real) hang a hat on. First bike with hand brakes... flying down the street straight toward the telephone pole and mailbox... furiously pedalling backward... thank God, Dad was there and stopped me.
Skateboard, same friend, same driveway, baggy oversized sweatshirt, riding backwards down the driveway... sweatshirt/wheels not good. Immediate stop, back of head into concrete.
suwannee river State Park (or somewhere on the river with the Cub Scouts). It has cliffs with sloping tops that fall about 20 or 30 ft down onto limestone rocks at the riverbank. These rocks have big holes in them, up to 10" or bigger (it was a long time ago), they are jagged and not something you would want to fall onto... I wanted to see them, and I did. As soon as I got where I could see them I began to slide on the leaves... as I slid over the cliff I stopped. I had a small tree in my hand, I never saw the tree and didn't grab for it but somehow it was there.
Iwondred about electricity so I stuck my finger on one of the prongs of the Philco console B&W TV set and plugged it in... it knocked me about 4 ft across the room into the fot of my parents bed... then I knew all I needed to know about electricity.
I don't remember anymore right now but my dad told a few good ones... he is 94 years old.
 
Once someone offered him a dollar if he would swim in a creosote creek. It ran by a place where they treated poles with creosote and of course back then, the early 1920s, they just dumped all the waste into the creek. He said he stripped and went swimming, got his dollar, then blistered all over... beet red and awful.
They lived in Macon near the Indian Mounds. They played on them and they had made a zip slide with a cable they "found" from a tree on the top to a tree on the bottom. This didn't happen to dad but he was there. He was going to go first but the biggest guy said, "no", that he was going first. They had just rigged it up and didn't yet have a well pulley/tickle so they looked around and someone found a tincan... yep, the big guy started down, the tincan quickly became redhot and he took a pretty bad tumble down most of the mound, lol!
My uncle Royce, RIP, decided to play a joke on a friend who was a little "simple". He had a red pepper and put it in his pants and was going to show it to the "simple" kid claimingit was his "pecker" (can I say that?). Anyway, instead of just sticking the pepper out of his zipper... he hollowed the pepper out and stuck "Mr. Lucky" inside the red pepper... needless to say this want quickly off the rails and Mr. Lucky swole up and had "big trouble" Mammy, my grandmother (fraternal) had to fix him up... must have been embarassing.
Royce was painting something one day and the cat came and rubbed up around the paint can while Royce was cleaning the brushes with turpentine... the cat got some paint on its tail so Royce just grabbed it and cleaned it's tail and butt with the turpentine.... Dad told me that the cat took two laps around the house then climbed way up in a pine tree and began to rub it's arse back and forth on a small branch... heh.
 
Great-grandma was coming to visit. She was a big woman, so they say, in the 300 pound range.... well, Dad and Royce had rigged up the outhouse to tip backward (by removing the stones from one rear corner) to prank Otis, their younger brother, when he "went"... well "Big Mama" arrived and they completely forgot what they had done... of course the first thing she had to do was "go". Dad said she stepped in and in a matter of seconds the outhouse tipped backward then back frontward, the door flew open and she came out on the ground with her bloomers around her ankles... from what they said, they got their arses tore up.
 
I remember another... my mom whipped me every day, without fail. She usually used a switch... I got the bright idea one day to hide it. Time came and I got in trouble... she went to get the switch and it was not there. I'll never forget what she said, "BOY!!! Where is my switch"?? I'l never forget what I said, "It's under the BED"!!!
 
Then there was the time my youngest daughter gave the neighbor kid (who had a mullet) a haircut... his mom was neither happy nor nice... though she did get over it.
 
One more... I was with mom downtown, small town, 1950s America. South Main street. Sitting at the traffic light. I was crawling around in the front floorboard and decided on the spur of the moment to push the accellerator pedal with my hand.... we shot through the red light... she was so pi55ed and mean... she told me, "I am going to whip you tomorrow"! I was so miserable she gave in an went ahead and whipped me that day.
 
School lunchroom... probably 4th grade... spur of the moment idea (this will be funny, it wasn't) I decided to pull a chair out, like a gentleman for some girl... I don't even remember who... and then as she sat I pulled the chair out.... (spur of the moment things are usually bad ideas). No one thought it was funny... and really once the deed was done, neither did I... but oh well.
 
This wasn't me but it is one of those things... we got the news in the classroom (5th grade I think) that president Kennedy had been shot and killed. Some girl yelled, "Yaaa". It didn't go over very well. I guess her parents didn't like him.
 
That is all I can think of for now but if I think of more I'll post them... this is a good idea for a thread!!
 
I'll end with one I do not remember but was told... I must have been 4 or 5 years old. It was my first trip to the beach. We always went to Jekyll Island. They tell me I got out, looked at the ocean, and ran over to some guy and asked him, "Hey Mister, are there any tadpoles in that pond"? It reminds me of the old show, "Kids Say the Darndest Things" with Art Linkletter. I always heard a story about a kid whose dad was a police officer. The story goes that Art said, your mom must worry about him. The kid said, "Oh no, she is happy! He brings her rings and watches and stuff every day"! Woops... I don't know if that is true or not but it's funny.
 
Of course the dumb things I did as a kid pale in comparison to the dumb things I've done as an adult, most of which I would DENY...
 
Julien
 
 
 
 

It all seemed like a good idea at the time.

 
Well sed...
 
J

That was like a good Faulkner novel.

I needed that. :-)


Thanks!!!