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

Aerosol can as a blow torch. A lot.

Dousing my skate board and sneakers in lighter fluid, then doing tricks after setting myself ablaze.

 

You 2 are stark raving bonkers

 

There was a wide and deep creekbed nearby that had overhanging trees. From those trees large vines descended. We got tired of just swinging out over the creekbed from the vines, and decided to make it 'interesting.'

A short time later, we had a ramp assembled and our bikes ready. The goal: fly the bike over the middle of the creekbed, and grab a vine before the bikes (and riders) fell into the bottom of the creekbed.

Smart, we were not. Expecially the third and fourth attempts

 

Remote control cars with containers on top containing lots of Salt Peter and a little icing sugar to add some more smoke.......it was the stuff after 12 that was really stupid!

 

I did the 16 year old girl up the street. I don't know if that was stupid or not. It would of been had she got pregnant.

 

Dad?

 

Wow Andrew you are wild

 

Homemade smoke bombs, by bundling up wooden match stick heads with newspaper and masking tape, and whipping them on the asphalted street.

Problem was..one time we did it indoors in an appartment complex, and it set the flyers that were on the floor on fire. Challenge was strying to stomp out the fire without arousing attention.

 

I painted my driveway blue. You might be thinking, oh no big deal. Well my driveway is 200 feet long, and 15 feet wide. About 10 cans of paint did the trick. Spray the paint with water, and it will make it watery, but it is still thick enough to still be blue.


I dug up my backyard to make a system of aqueducts.


I tired to see how big of a fire I could make... in my garage.


I attempted to jump down the stairs in my house (about 15 steps), and land on 1 pillow on my butt. That wasn't a fun night in the hospital. I also only made it down 13 stairs. The 14th step caught my tailbone.


I spray painted my dad's car door with silver paint.. He had a black car.


I stuck my finger in a bee's nest... I was stung 17 times.


I tired to jump over a 6 foot tall fence on my bike... A 3 foot high ramp isn't high enough to do so.


I did a backflip off of my bed only to find out that I didn't know how to do one. I did a belly flop onto the hardwood floor.

and there are many many more...

 

Shhhh!!! You should sell these ideas to the guys from Jackass.

 

Those guys had nothing on me.

 

Are you 12 yet?

 

physically? yes. Mentally? no..never.

 

I broke my brother's index finger by smashing it with a board when we were making a pretend bomb from junk we found in the neighbor's trash. After going to the doctor to get his finger set in a small splint I got out of the 1976 Impala and slammed the door shut. On the same finger breaking it and the splint. Back to the doctor. Now the finger only bends about 60% of what it should. I thought he was getting out of the other side of the car.

Also I used to climb australian pine trees that were along the street and start the tree swaying, then jump to the next tree.

To play with the neighborhood kids you had to jump off the second floor roof and grab a tall palm tree that was about 6 feet from the house. Then slide down.

In third grade while I was building a tree fort about thirty feet up in a big pine tree I cut one of the branches off only to realize I was sitting on the end that I had cut just as it broke free. I remember seeing the tree trunk flash by just before a branch smacked the side of my head knocking me unconscious before I hit the ground. The neighborhood kids were nice enough to drag me back home and leave me knocked out on the door step of my house until my mom came home and brought me inside. Nice of my mom to be so concerned that she let me wake up on the living room sofa, no trip to the doctor for a knot like half a golf ball on the side of my head.

I hope I never go bald because I think my skull is pretty badly misshapen.


BT

 

My brother was 11, I was 12 and our buddy was 11.

We discovered if we got a running start, we could jump off of my buddies roof, over the concrete pool decking (maybe 8 feet wide plus 4 feet of grass) and into his pool.

Good times. Glad we didn't slip and that our "Guess" that we could make it the first time was right.

 

I saved the really stupid stuff for the second 12 years of my life

 

Shat out of the top of the highest tree near where I lived when I was about 10

 

neighbor was a crazy war vet, and showed me how to make homemade bombs and other incenderary devices. we lived against the southern pacific rails. so i'd hop the back fence and have a 50' wide swath of dirt to destroy.

i made a stick of dynomite and set it off a mere 50yds from me and my buddy, we were def for about 3days. the most fun was building mini cannon guns from left over steel bits my dad would bring home from the ship yards. the cannons were 1" dia tool hardned steel ball bearings. gun powder and voila! a leathel weapon in the hands of 12yr olds.

the best though was my buddies house was next door and the garages were all detached and down the private drive. the garage roof was a simple pitch roof and it ran for about 125' his house was 10' from the edge of the garage roof and his roof was perpindicular so as you went along the garage roof and came to his house roof it was the upslope. so as you can figure we got the brainy idea to ride the roof of the garage and jump over to his roof.

we practiced on the drive first seeing if we could clear 10'. a few days of fidling with the ramp and speed we managed to get close. and decided to try it on the roof. now we got into the argument of who gets to go first! so to settle it the one who launch the farthest went first. i got a good run and manged to land just before the garage door. he went next and really got up there, and promptly ran right into the garage door mid air while still holding onto the handle bars. i about pee'd myself laughing.

he managed to survive with only a few cuts but broke my bike. we scavaged another bike and went to the roof. as one can clearly see, we were not learning from our mistakes. he chickend out on the roof so it was my turn, and as i was setting up my mom found me. i think that saved my life or at least a few broken bones. after 2wks of grounding and not to be dissmayed we went up to the local mall and decided to jump out the second floor parking garage onto the iceplant covered slope below.

4 of us surived 1 landed wrong and split his skull open, Johny was never the same again, ofcourse he was crazy before the accident.

we once tried to use a potato to scilence a gun, that was a bad idea. jim ended up with burns and a broken hand. we didn't think to at least hollow out the potato first.

and the favorite past time was simply playing on the railroad tracks, never even thought of the danger.

if my boys are anything like i was, i'll be suprised if they make it to 12.

 

ohh and my mom nicknamed my pyro, after i manged to burn the backyard, the feilds and more than one room in the house. i loved to play with fire, still do accutually.
now i have a giant fire pit in the backyard. the neighbors think the house is burining when i have it going. more like a bon-fire!

 

Oh yeah, I attached 3 DC rocket engines to the back of my skateboard. Man that was a lot of smoke.

 

I made a homemade hangglider at 12 out of some metal tubes (originally for a volleyball net) and bedsheets. In a moment of inspiration I decided that the roof was probably too high for the first test flight, but the deck - 10' high on the end - wasn't.

I got lucky. It had rained the day before and the ground was muddy/soft when I crashed into it. I did get a nice cast out of it, though.

 

what stands out as a singularly stupid incident...around 11 or 12 yrs old, I had a starter pistol..it had a blocked off barrel and fired blank .22 rimfire rounds, made a loud noise like a real gun. One day I was sitting on our front steps with a box of those rounds, setting them on the concrete and blowing them up one by one by hitting them with a hammer. Finally, a large chunk of copper casing flew off and stuck in the middle of my forehead...I had to go inside and pull it out hard with a pair of pliers. I think it was lodged in the bone. Anyway, I still have the scar and both eyes.

 

I did a version of this. I literally saw De Vinci's drawing of a parachute (science class gone wrong) and made one out of bedsheets with a friend of mine because you need co-conspriters for this kind of lunacy of course. Luckily I jumped from the roof of the hayloft so the hay would break my fall (see I'm not a COMPLETE moron dad!) but broke my foot anyway.

Now that I think about it we also got tired of jumping our schwins off the ramp at the end of the pier so I rigged the minibike to do it. Didnt want to ruin the bike of course so I tied a rope to the chassis so it would pull back from the water?! Well needless to say...