Silly things you did as a kid

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When I was 8 or so I ran a line of black powder down my driveway and used a lighter and hair spray as a blow torch to light it. It flashed into my face, burned off my eyebrows, some of my hair, and got a severe second degree burn on my nose that caused several layers of my skin to slough off down to the capillaries.

I still play with black powder.
 
I was on vacation with my cousins, and we were staying at a place owned by a friend of my grandfather. He had his garage converted into a motel. Anyway, my one cousin and I were playing house, and we got the bright idea to use the air conditioner as an oven. Cue us shoving bread into the vents.
 
I remember seeing powdered toast man on ren & stimpy and askig my mom, "did that stuff exist a long time ago?"
 
One silly thing I remember was dialing 911 on my sisters phone when I was 8. Some time later, my dad came into my sister's room, asking if I called 911 and slapped my hands when I said yes, then the officer told me that 911 is for emergencies only. Why I did that as a kid I can only guess I was something of an idiot.
 
^I actually did the same thing. I told them my dad was sick, then ran into my parent's room and hid under the covers as I heard my dad go berserk.
 
^ My sister dialed 911 at a friends house.. We were playing an imagination game about superheroes and she ended up using the phone to actually dial 911, we all thought it was disconnected though so that's why we didn't stop her. The officer actually came to the house though to scold us, so that was probably the worst sleepover ever.

As for me, I had a terrible speech impediment when I was younger so I would always get frustrated when trying to have a serious conversation with my mom about Pokemon or Legend of Zelda (the only two video games I owned as a kid) and she wouldn't understand a word I was saying but it was important to me back then but now that I think about it I doubt she would have even cared haha. I was also pretty dumb as a kid, I remember touching a lit candle and burning my finger pretty bad wondering why it hurt so much because Ariel got away with it in the Little Mermaid (Years later I realized she was only touching a picture of a candle I was that unobservant.)
 
I stomped on a fire ant hill while wearing sandals when I was three. Guess what happened next.
 
The main thing I can say is that I wrote cringeworthy fanfiction. I know, it's ridiculously common. I wrote this Pokemon/Sonic/Zelda crossover, too. Like, 4 or 5 unfinished fics of it.

There was a piece of metal in the ashes of a fire pit in the backyard of my childhood home. The whole thing was still smoking. That should be enough to tell me it was hot, right? NOPE! I tried to pick it up and received burns on my thumb and forefinger for my stupidity.

My sisters and I used to play Pokemon trainers and we'd wander around our backyard having "adventures." The place where our yard stopped and the other house's yard began was separated by a fence; there were these trees growing alongside the fence in the other yard, not too tall. That area was Viridian Forest.

During the summer time, after being stung by yellow jackets and a dead bee (not sure if that would qualify as something stupid) one too many times, I took to killing them via plastic baseball bat. Pretty much every single day (save for Sunday) was spent smacking those bastards like they were baseballs. I thought that it would cut down on the number of them in the yard. I didn't realize that more could just come from elsewhere. Hard to tell their buddies not to go to that yard when they're dead. ...and they'd probably all come back for the sole purpose of stinging me, anyway.

I also had the bright idea of trying to take a cat for a walk.
 
caffeinated_wench said:
I also had the bright idea of trying to take a cat for a walk.
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My late cat liked to take walks when he was younger. Mind you he dictated where we went and when he decided to lay down he didn't want to get back up again, but you could walk him. Must've been a helluva sight for the neighbors.

After I saw Toy Story I felt like I was neglecting all my stuffed animals and other toys whenever I played video games so for a long time after that I'd include them whenever I wanted to play a game.
 
exball said:
I stomped on a fire ant hill while wearing sandals when I was three. Guess what happened next.
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When I was about 8 or so, while out on a trail with my parents I stood by a blackberry bush to pick some berries in higher branches without knowing that I was standing in a big fire anthill, until I felt 32135 of them biting my feet. I was wearing sandals too.

At around 6-ish I once tried to balance myself on the top of my head while on a bed once. I now have a scar next to my left eye where I slammed my face on the corner of the TV stand in front of of that bed after I fell and bounced off of it.

I don't actually recall this event myself, only what my parents told me. At around 2 or 3 I had a Radio Flyer wagon that I apparently loved to bits. One day I got the bright idea to stand up while in that wagon, where it naturally rolled away underneath me and I fell chin-first onto our gravel driveway. Except the gravel was more like a path of small rocks. I still have the scar on my chin.
 
MysticMisty said:
My late cat liked to take walks when he was younger. Mind you he dictated where we went and when he decided to lay down he didn't want to get back up again, but you could walk him. Must've been a helluva sight for the neighbors.
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The cats I had weren't too keen on the idea.

Once I decided to get off of the trampoline while my sisters were still jumping on it. I was summarily bounced off and I managed to hit a nerve. My legs went numb and I started freaking out because I thought I broke my legs even though there was none of the pain associated with breaking a bone and it was the second time something like this happened.

Before that, there was this one time I had the genius idea to jump from the coffee table over the screen that went to the fireplace. I made it the first two times, then one of my feet didn't quite make it over and I tripped (??) and..... yep. I hit the floor with a thud and managed to hit a nerve that made me temporarily lose feeling in my leg(s?) and I thought I was gonna die or some shit because I couldn't walk.
 
My brother and I did a lot of stupid shit together. For starters, we would jump from my mom's dresser to her bed. It was squat and had a wooden frame. One day I missed the comforter and hit my head on a corner of the frame. I still have the scar next to my left eyebrow. We would also stack old couch cushions in the basement, take one to sit on, and then slide down the pile. It was actually pretty fun.

Whenever I had to take a bath, I'd bring my Barbies or other toys with me. I would often stand on the toilet and push them through the opening above the bath screen to pretend that they were diving. Well one day the door slid open somehow, and I fell headfirst into the empty bath. I thought I was going to die, and remember finding it weird that my mom was just laughing at me with no concern at all.
 
This one is gonna sound really bizarre, and in truth, it is.

We would go to Burger King practically every week. (It's amazing I never got fat, unlike a certain manchild we all know.) My brother and I would share a cup of ketchup, and we'd each dip a french fry at the same time and compare the size of the ketchup globs. Whoever had the larger amount would say "You owe me big,", quoting Mushu from Mulan, and then take a bite. I have no fucking idea what we meant by that or why we even did it. But we did watch a lot of movies, so maybe it was an inside joke. Really, I don't know. :oops:
 
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When I was around 9 my little sister was making me nuts( she was 4) so to make her cry I told her that her stuff bear was dead. We had a funeral where I stuffed the bear into my mother's desk and we picked flowers outside for it.

Also the girl next door lived with her grandparents and had aunts and uncles that was teenagers. She was talking about smoking grass and we could not come up with what the big deal was. So we took some grass clippings from the compost pile and tried to smoke it out of a popcan pipe she took from her Aunt. Burned the shit out of my windpipe. I was around 10.
 
The Dude said:
When I was 8 or so I ran a line of black powder down my driveway and used a lighter and hair spray as a blow torch to light it. It flashed into my face, burned off my eyebrows, some of my hair, and got a severe second degree burn on my nose that caused several layers of my skin to slough off down to the capillaries.

I still play with black powder.
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I did something very similar when I was 12 except I was trying to kill fire ants. I got a few handfuls of black powder and put it on the ant hill and then used a lighter and WD40 to try and light it. I didn't get burns like you did but I lost all the hair on my face and lower arms.

Also, back when I was a little kid we invented a sort of proto-energy drink (energy drinks didn't exist back then). We would buy a 1L bottle of Mountain Dew, drink about an inch or 2 out of the bottle, and then dump a half pound of skittles into it. Then all you had to do was put it in the fridge and let the skittles dissolve. You knew it was done when a sugar film formed on top of the Dew. We each drank one of these nearly every weekend during the summer (our parents didn't know we did this). If I drank that crap today I'm pretty sure it would kill me instantly.
 
I used to drink like six Mountain Dews a day the summer I was 15. goddamn. When I was 22, I drank about that much diet coke and regular sodas a day too. Now I'm just down to 2 diet cokes a day.

One time I wanted to wash out my undergarments, but...I left the sink running while I was in the tub. Damn, I got in so much trouble that night. Mom yelled at me for HOURS. HOURS.
 
This one isn't so much about me as it is my cousin I mentioned before. She used to have this little decorative egg called Mel-Mel, and we would treat it as if it were a baby. Sometimes she would randomly say "Mel-Mel is crying!" and we'd rush up to her room to check on the egg. Eventually her parents got rid of it, but bought her a new, much cheaper-looking one. It wasn't the same.
 
I think this one is more than silly, but here goes.

I was in the airport waiting for a flight with my family, it was late at night and it was nearly empty. I was walking around in the store's area when I saw a pretty cool store. Being the wonderfully smart person I am, I ran into it with Sonichu speed. Bam. Hit my face. I didn't see there was a glass door, and I ended up with a broken and bleeding nose, a bunch of broken teeth, and a really bruised face and had to go straight to emergency. Fun night.
 
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