Amazingly Stupid Things you did by the time you were 12-years-old

Pyroing was the thing I most loved. That, and building homemade explosives out of gunpowder from unwrapped firecrackers (man, what a long and tedious process, just for a tiny bit of it), heating up CO2 cartridges (which satisfied both the pyro and the blowing up aspect) till they blew, usually done in the middle of the neighborhood street lol.

Just a hypothetical question: Suppose you were to burn down something really big, nobody hurt or injured of course, what is the statute of limitations for uh, let's call it arson?

 

I almost burned down a bus depot - a long, long time ago - and I still don't want to know the answer to that question.


Another amazingly stupid thing I did before 12 was in kindergarten. It seemed harmless at the time, but the end result was not fun. I was one of two scissor monitors in kindergarten. Donald, the other scissor monitor, returned a coffe can-full of scissors to the table in the back room; said table was just a few feet apart from another, identical table. I followed him back there when I was done. Once back there, he said, "hey, watch what I can do" and proceeded use his hands to prop himself up on the desks between them, and swing back and forth. Sounds silly, right...? But it was kindergarten.

So I followed suit; yeah, sure, I can do that, too. Well, as luck would have it, one of my hands slipped. Yep, you guessed it - the hand just inches behind the coffe can-full of scissors. The odds of everything that happened seem, to me, almost impossible, but this is how it went down. I fell back and hit my head on the floor - possibly my first of many concussions, I don't know for sure. I was out at that point, so everything else is hearsay.

Instead of flying off the table, the coffee can of scissors went straight up in the air. And flipped 180 degrees, causing all the scissors to fall out. Please keep in mind, this is circa 1984 and all the scissors are rounded-edge, safe-for-kids, regulation kindergarten idiot-proof scissors. One of these scissors comes straight down and lodges itself into my chin. My kindergarten teacher runs over and straddles my chest. She grabs - with both hands - the scissors that just imbedded itself into the hardest bone in my body, and proceeds to try to wiggle it out.

The doctor said if she moved it a quarter of an inch further in either direction, I would've had to have my jaw wired. I hated her before that day and the events of that day didn't change my opinion of her. I had to eat tuna fish soup and chocolate milk shakes )) for weeks after that.

 

*LOL* fun reading!!!

Well I was one of those who wanted to fly too! I tried to jump from our roof with a large umbrella... Did NOT work very well!!! (I were about 8 or 9 years old).

At 10, my brother and I, (he was8) took our "Gocart" ... one of those with pedals you push with your feet to make it run. Then we went to the biggest hill in our town... it was VERY steep and with a speed limit of 30 kmph, and ended up in a turn with a house on the inner corner... so you could not see any traffic from the other end of the road.
We both jumped on the "gocart"... one on the seat and one sitting backwards on the front of it... then we raced down the hill with our feet away from the pedals!! Oh boy it was fun and went veeery fast.. but after two tries, the local police officer picked us up, as some of the people living there called him, as they thought we would end our lives soon if we continued!
Oh boy did we get grounded!!!

One week later I tried that same hill again,... this time with roller skaters.. you know, the ones with side by side wheels! First time ..f ine!!! second time, the front wheels of one of the skates fell off and I ended up with so many bruises that I neeeever ever tried it again!!

One day at my fathers garage, my brother and I were helping him, rebuilding an old Renault KZ 10 CV from 1923... and got into a fight... and I hit him hard with a wirebrush! And the wimp started to cry I should never have done this, because my father turned arround and did the same to me!
I NEVER hit my brother with a wirebrush again!!!

But my father wasn't that good himself, he often made some tricks together with my brother and I.
Once we tried to blow up a 10 L plastic can, with a large compressor... OMG it was allmost better than good fireworks... it gave such a big bang!! (I'm sure the neighbours hated us sometimes)

One other day, he had an old engine, from an old Renault 5 that was getting ready for the junkyard, as we decided to have some fun with it first.
We started it up, strapped to a pallet in the garden. And then we tried to kill it with sand, sugar, dirt and what else we could come up with... but that stupid engine refused to die!!! So we ended up burning it... THAT worked!!

When I were about 10 years old, we lived in a house with a very steep entrance, downwards to the road... and right on the other side of the road our nighbour had an entrance that went downwards INTO his garage.
We saw this as a GREAT opportunity to take some wild rides on our sledges, all the way from our entrance, to theirs.... but we didn't notice a large pallet of pavement tiles inside the garage....
But I took a wiiild ride, riding on my stomac, head first.... right into those tiles!! Gosh do a head injury bleed a lot !! I was shure I were going to die!

Hmm I have ton's of stories... but I'll stop here!

 

man theses stories are great

The Neighborhood kids use to always like to play army and we would run around with out toy guns, well one time we have a fake pipe bomb (pvc pipe wrapped in electral tape with surf wax and a calculator on top with wires coming out), well i was the sniper and forgot the bomb up on one of the enighbors hills. I wake up to fire dept and police outside my house and the street is blocked off. Once we realized what it was we told the bomb squad it was us. They were just about to call in the robot to get the bomb. I offered to just go up on hte hill and get it for them but they did not find that ammusing. Well we got a stern talking to and the neighbors moved out 1 month later, ohh well

Nick

 

Me too. That, and shooting everything I could with my .177 pellet gun. I lived on a farm on a river, and I'd spend hours walking around the barns, pond, riverbank etc shooting things.

On thing I remember at about 11 is being up at a cottage on a lake with some family and my cousin and I were out on the docks at night catching frogs by the dozen. As we were walking along I saw a snake in the water - being an avid snake catcher at the time I pulled a Crocodile Hunter and immediately knelt down and pulled it out of the water. I didn't realize when I grabbed the tail end of it that it was around 5 feet long! Seriously huge water snake that was nearly my height. Surprisingly, it didn't even put up a fight or try to bite. We showed it off to the neighbors for 10-15 mins before putting it back into the water. Luckily, there aren't really poisonous snakes in Ontario.

 

thought i was the only genius to try this. i used a canvas tarp, weighed more than i did, it hit the ground first. knocked out my front tooth playing knights. jousting with bamboo clothes line props. set a big field and part of a barn on fire playing with army men and gasoline. i used to lay in the street with my bike on top of me until a car would stop to see if i was hurt. scared my aunt so bad my dad almost murdered me.

 

What we thought we a cool game - Houdini (when we were about 15 or 16 yrs old)

A friend & I would get into an inflatable raft in a deep pool (local apartment or hotel). I was placed in handcuffs - locked behind my back.

Key was tossed over-board...I was then pushed over-board too.

I had to swim to the bottom, locate key, unlock self, then make it back to the surface.

I'm still here to tell about it...

 

Around age 13: We filled a swimming pool air floatation mattress with water, then tried to hoist it up to my buddy's top bunk bed (triple decker) so he could have a "water bed". It was VERY heavy. We almost got it up there (well he, I, & about 6 friends helping), but could not make it. "Let it go", he instructed. His bedroom flooded very quickly. His Mom walked in 2 minutes later. He got grounded for 4 weeks.

 

I used to think the same thing until last summer I was at a friend's cottage for the week and there was a 'rattler' warning out cause some college kid had just been bit! I had NO idea we had a poisonous snake in Ontario until then.

Some kind of rattlesnake if I remember correctly.

His cottage is in the Honey Harbour area of Ontario if you're going to look it up.

 

I was into pipe bombs. Some of them were strong enough to take down a nice tree!

 

When we were around 12 we got compound bows for Christmas. The game was simple. Everyone put $1 on a stump. The "shooter" then fired an arrow straight up. Once the arrow landed the first back to the stump grabbed the money.

The angle once the arrow is high tricks you into believing it is directly over your head.

Closest call was a kid that lost the arrow in the sun. The arrow split his shirt it landed so close to him.

Amazingly stupid.

 

San Francisco. When skateboards first came out we nailed screw on skates to plywood. A year later there were boards w/ urethane wheels to which we slapped on STP stickers. We flew down hills w/ no option to stop except crash all day Saturdays & Sundays. Yeah, the streets of San Francisco.

 

THIS I have to go try now....

 

Anyone remember "Yard Darts"

Those were FUN toys back then.

 

Found a rusty BMX and me and my friends took it to the outdoor carpark outside my house. During the summers it was really busy on there (lived by the sea) and they used the grass bit to park there as well as the pavement. It was separated by a pretty big 'ramp' made from earth etc, about 4 ft high.

At first me and my friends tried to see who could jump the furthest. I was just second, with 2'' behind my friend. This went on for a few days until I decided we needed more speed. I got my friend to get on my quad, we got a rope...and I told him to floor it. I went far....really far. I looked down and spotted a fairly large crack in the frame by this point. I then noticed that It was less than 1 feet before I hit the ground. As I hit the ground, the BMX broke and my nuts hit the steering bars.

I won the 'who can jump the furthest game' though.

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With about 30 local kids, fireworks fights. Big playground, 15 v 15. Couple of kids I didn't know/didn't care for apparently got hurt a little bad...

Saw that in 'The sopranos' once...where this kid got the arrow just missing his head but went into a coma. Not real of course but it for sure happened to some kid...