What was the dumbest thing you ever did as a kid?

[Blue Velvet]

I was a deviant uncontrollable tomboy for a few years... saw my Dad for the first time in years a few weekends ago, and of course he had to drag up some of the stupidest things I ever did when I was young – most of them with my tearaway of a little brother.

But in retrospect, the worst one was:
Tampering & removing signalling equipment on a rural suburban rail line which caused the disruption to services on that line for the next two days. It was written up in the local newspaper and when my little brother eventually squealed, we both had to go to the main railway stations engineering dept. with the parts that we had (unfathomably) kept and apologise... I was 11 and that virtually cured me of my errant ways.

After thinking on this for a while, I thought it would make a good (and possibly funny) thread, so...

What's the stupidest and downright most evil thing you ever did as a kid? Did you get caught? And what was the eventual outcome?

[raiderz182]

dumbest thing i ever did.... first through fourth grade , when i listened to the teachers and the rules - if someone hit you or picked on you, do not hit back, just go tell an adult. of course, the adults did ABSOLUTELY nothing. I can't believe it took me 4 years to figure that out.......

[musicpyrite]

Dumbest thing I used to do was ride around the neighborhood on the back of a mail truck. Fell off once, and learned my lesson. Never got cough. I was about 11.


Now I consider myself petty cautious, I think before I act.

[MacAztec]

heres my story:

two weeks ago, two of my good friends were drinkin and me and 2 others werent. we went to del taco, on the way home some guy (this was around 11PM) kept cuttin us off and tryin to race us. so at the stoplight, one of the hammered guys gets out and starts walkin towards the other guys' car. the guy says "oh wtf you gonna do" so my friend knocks him in the head, and the guy does nothing. so we are drivin later on and this guy is tailgating us, so the two hammered guys start yelling crap at him and he yells back, and one of my friends throws a steel lugnut and shatters the guys window, and eventually, we end up in a neighbordhood and the cops come and all this crap.

my parents were pissed that they had to pick me up from the cop station at 3AM, but im in no legal trouble. im still "locked up" at home tho.

[Doctor Q]

It will be interesting to see what people say. See also the Ever committed a crime? thread.

One day, when I was a little kid, my mom let me ride my tricycle to the neighborhood market a few blocks away to buy a popsicle. I same home with my popsicle but stupidly left the tricycle at the market! I think that was the last time I got to go to the market by myself.

[takao]

in elementary 1.grade:
my teacher said something idiotic: (don't remember it)
i said (in normal voice): "dumme kuh" (german: "dumb cow"..it's an insult)
she turned around and asked: (with loud voice) "what did you say ?"
me: (loud):"dumme kuh"

boy did her face turn red ;) (the next year i was in a different class)

the next year i bite my tongue so bad that we had to go to the hospital and it had to be fixed by a doctor.. wasn't a pleasure

[haiggy]

Seeing as I am still a kid, I don't think I can rightfully answer this question yet ;)

[rdowns]

A friend and I each took a handful of Pachenko (Japanese pinball type machine) balls (metal balls about 1/4" in diameter, maybe a bit bigger) and tossed them off the roof of our building. Let's just say that car windshields in the late 60s didn't have safety glass.

[blackfox]

I am embarrassed to recollect how utterly stupid (and dangerous) some of my childhood activites were. Case in point:

When I first moved to the States, I lived in the country outside of Madison WI, next to a major road. My house was surrounded by corn Fields. Friends and I would hide in the corn fields and chuck corn-cobs at passing cars. We would also put chopped wood (logs) in the road in the shape of a "V" so that cars would either (a) run over a log, or (b) be directed to the ditch on either side of the road. Not smart.

I also used to have involved bb gun fights with my farmer neighbor's kids in their hay-barn and/or around the farm. No eyes were put out, but many a punctured skin. good times though...

[MattG]

My parents had one of those "fry daddy" things that you can use to deep fry food in vegetable oil. They were out one day, and I decided I wanted to make something in it. I poured in all the oil they had, which wasn't much, so not knowing any better, I figured I could add some water to make up for it. Water + Oil + Heat = :eek:

They never noticed...needless to say I did a really good job cleaning up!

[StarbucksSam]

I'm hung between the time I ran backwards into a tree or the time I threw a rock at another neighborhood kid (I was playing and I thought it was a clump of dirt - it hit him in the head and he had to get stitches. I felt horrible.) I think it was the tree. Or was it the rock. HMM???

[*Y*]

The stupidest thing I ever did was sticking up a screw up my nose when I was very little. :D

[HydroMan]

I'd love to elucidate but what I've done is usually considered illegal or a crime in the western hemisphere :eek: :o but here in old Blighty instead of BB's we just used rocks and bows 'n arrows, eyes were nearly lost!, also I remember putting pennies on the rail tracks to flatten 'em (rails are electrified :eek: ) also batting stones at trains with a tennis racket, cricket/baseball bat :o
I'd like to say that I've grown up now and stopped doing those things and have taken up drinking alcohol and a whole avenue of stupid things are now open to me as an adult :D

[thejazzman10]

hmm...lets see.....maybe the time I stuck my hand in an electric mixer(on purpose)......or the time i climbed a dead tree and fell 10 feet and broke my arm.i dont know. Well, there will be more, seeing that I am only 14 :D

[Sun Baked]

I'd like to say that I've grown up now and stopped doing those things and have taken up drinking alcohol and a whole avenue of stupid things are now open to me as an adult :DYes the stupid things done as an adult can take things to a whole new level when drinking is involved.

Like running toward the sound of gunfire on fraternity row to see the damage. :eek:

Without the hours of alchohol at the frat, you run the other way.

[Mike Teezie]

Went "skiing" behind a car, wearing rollerblades, hanging on to a strap attached to said car.

Crashed at 40mph, hospital, broken body parts, the whole nine yards - I think I was 16.

[mslifkin]

hmm...lets see.....maybe the time I stuck my hand in an electric mixer(on purpose)......

You did that, too??? I wanted to see if I could stall the motor, so I grabbed a beater, turned it on, and watched as my hand got sucked into the mixer. Boy, did that suck! Luckily no permanent damage. Then there was the time I tried to sterilize cotton ... maybe I'll save that one for another time!

Cheers,
Marc

[musicpyrite]

Went "skiing" behind a car, wearing rollerblades, hanging on to a strap attached to said car.

Crashed at 40mph, hospital, broken body parts, the whole nine yards - I think I was 16.

lol, that reminds me of what I and a neighborhood kid used to do. He'd tie a rope on my bike, and then tie the other end to a large child's tricycle. The rope was maybe 15-20 feet long. I'd start peddling on my bike, pulling him along, and once I got up to speed, I turn the corner sharply, causing my friend to tip the tricycle over and be dragged along the asphalt. Either he would slam into the curb, or get enough momentum to cause me to loose control of my bike and I'd go flying off it. I was maybe 12 and him 15. Keep in mind the tricycle had a top like a car, which prevented us from being injured.... not seriously anyways.

Good times. :cool: :)

[haiggy]

lol, that reminds me of what I and a neighborhood kid used to do. He'd tie a rope on my bike, and then tie the other end to a large child's tricycle. The rope was maybe 15-20 feet long. I'd start peddling on my bike, pulling him along, and once I got up to speed, I turn the corner sharply, causing my friend to tip the tricycle over and be dragged along the asphalt. Either he would slam into the curb, or get enough momentum to cause me to loose control of my bike and I'd go flying off it. I was maybe 12 and him 15. Keep in mind the tricycle had a top like a car, which prevented us from being injured.... not seriously anyways.

Good times. :cool: :)


I did that same thing. We would have a biker and a rollerblader (sometimes skateboarder) and tie two skipping ropes tied to each other and pull one another. No one ever got hurt, we did the sharp turns, etc. I don't really consider that something very stupid, it was fun. :P

[MattG]

You did that, too??? I wanted to see if I could stall the motor, so I grabbed a beater, turned it on, and watched as my hand got sucked into the mixer. Boy, did that suck! Luckily no permanent damage. Then there was the time I tried to sterilize cotton ... maybe I'll save that one for another time!

Cheers,
Marc
Didn't Homer Simpson do the same thing once but with his tongue?

[broken_keyboard]

I also used to have involved bb gun fights with my farmer neighbor's kids in their hay-barn and/or around the farm. No eyes were put out, but many a punctured skin. good times though...

Tehehe... I also shot my best friend with a BB gun. He ratted to his mom the little squealer, I couldn't believe it. But a few days later we were friends again.

[Mechcozmo]

When I was really little (4, 5 years old) I had a plastic car. My friend and I wanted to go down the stairs in it because it would be fun. We dragged it to the top. I got it, and he shoved me. We were young and didn't plan on the U shape of the stars. They went up, did a U turn, and went up more. The crash made a nice dent in the wall and freaked our parents out quite badly. But I was fine. :)

5 year olds are rather resilient...

[PlaceofDis]

before i can remember i have been told that i:

stuck my finger into an outlet, causing a burn and
touched a hot iron to see if it was hot still, it was

but from what i can remember, from age five on really i did the same thing with the car and rollerblades, but instead of a car it was a bicycle

i tried to run on wet tile and slipped and split my lip open, that wasnt fun either

[akboarder24]

one thanksgiving (i was 5 or 6) the turkey was ready to come out of the oven, so I opened the door, reached in bare-handed, and pulled out the rack the turkey was on...woah! I didn't know stuff could get that hot, my hands were hurting for a long time.
the next thing was probably the same year (glad I didn't kill myself of something!) but my dad was on a stationary bicycle working out, and it was an old-school one, so the gears/chain was exposed, and i stuck my hand in the rear portion. that thing sucked my hand in and twisted it out so quick i didn't even think about crying. I'm glad I still have all of my fingers on my left hand, but instead I have purdy scars across my knuckles!

[Stampyhead]

I stuck my finger in a light socket once to see if there was any electricity in there...
There was.

[blackfox]

Of a more youthful vein than my last post (ie under 9):

- I lived at the bottom of a steep hill. In my front yard was a big tree, probably Oak. I theorized if I took my BigWheels to the top of the hill and went full-bore towards the tree, that I could actually drive all the way up the side of it (Newton would've been dissapointed). In any case, I did make it up a fair way, at which point gravity took it's course, and I got a nasty cut along my jaw-line. I still have the scar to remind me what happens if I don't heed the Laws of Physics.

- I got suckered into playing "Doctor" with an older girl <gasp>. The dumb part was doing it in my yard, not hers. Needless to say, my mom saw us out the window and I got in some trouble and she was not invited around anymore. In many ways, not much has changed with regards to women and I in the intervening decades...I still get involved with many against my better instincts and always end up the one holding the bag.<sigh>

[virividox]

hmm i think mine would involve putting my arm on a rice cooker and seeing my skin peel off :) hehe

[Mechcozmo]

hmm i think mine would involve putting my arm on a rice cooker and seeing my skin peel off :) hehe

I shudder just thinking of that...
Slightly O/T: We live on top of a hill. The road before it is rather flat. Street racers love it. :mad: Well at the bottom is a small bridge that goes over a trail. I saw the railings peeled away from the bridge one day... someone took their car down the hill, over the center divide, and into the railings and maybe even through it. Major damage looked like. People have died before doing stupid stuff like that... wouldn't surprise me to hear that whoever it was died after they plowed through the railings and into a tree. (There is a big tree there. Really big. Tall and thick and big.)

Alright, back to what we did to ourselves and not how other people hurt/maimed/killed themselves...

[caveman_uk]

I once decided to see what would happen if I put a bit of metal into an electric three bar fire.....It goes bang and you get thrown across the room and your Dad comes in going 'WTF was that??????'

...I also stuck a marble up my nose.

...and I cut my chin open whilst trampolining on my bed....I fell off.

As an adult I decided that prussiking up and abseiling down from a tree at one in the morning whilst drunk was a great idea (I used to do a lot of caving so had the kit). Sadly I had problems with the up-down changeover (forgot how to do it) and then abseiled into a holly bush....ow!

[asif786]

hmm..well I'm still a kid, so I haven't done anything too stupid yet..

But, my brother was once trying to make chinese stir-fry while my parents were on holiday, and he managed to set the whole kitchen on fire - i mean the whole thing - was v. scary. Because it was an oil fire, we didnt want to use water to tame it, so it kept getting worse.

Luckily the fire service arrived shortly afterwards and put it out. My parents weren't too impressed when they got back :rolleyes:

/asif

[AmigoMac]

I used to introduce the house keys into the power outlet... then tried the next one and the next one and the next one... and yes, I studied electric and electronic engineering ... that was my first touch with my profession. :confused: , sometimes when we visit the farm of a friend I help him to check the electric division by hand. :rolleyes:, that was not dumb at all but it's what my mom reminds me more...

[gekko513]

I started a forest fire :eek:

[5300cs]

Set of the fire alarm at the COOP and my dad had to run out with me

Set of the silent alarm at an art museum causing guards to come and surround the room

Hit a kid in the head with a bottle- felt really bad about that :(

Wrote *UCK on a teachers desk in 4th grade (guess the first letter :rolleyes: )

Inhaled on a cigar in high school

Used a trash can as a toilet (very long story, don't ask. In fact, I probably should've left that one out...)

Waited until rush hour around 5pm, hit the emergency stop on the escalators, put out the yellow Under Construction signs, sat on bench and laughed myself into convulsions


Many other things that I can't recall right now.

[MattG]

Set of the fire alarm at the COOP and my dad had to run out with me

Set of the silent alarm at an art museum causing guards to come and surround the room

Hit a kid in the head with a bottle- felt really bad about that :(

Wrote *UCK on a teachers desk in 4th grade (guess the first letter :rolleyes: )

Inhaled on a cigar in high school

Used a trash can as a toilet (very long story, don't ask. In fact, I probably should've left that one out...)

Waited until rush hour around 5pm, hit the emergency stop on the escalators, put out the yellow Under Construction signs, sat on bench and laughed myself into convulsions


Many other things that I can't recall right now.
Wow..I think you win

[blackfox]

Set of the fire alarm at the COOP and my dad had to run out with me

Set of the silent alarm at an art museum causing guards to come and surround the room

Hit a kid in the head with a bottle- felt really bad about that :(

Wrote *UCK on a teachers desk in 4th grade (guess the first letter :rolleyes: )

Inhaled on a cigar in high school

Used a trash can as a toilet (very long story, don't ask. In fact, I probably should've left that one out...)

Waited until rush hour around 5pm, hit the emergency stop on the escalators, put out the yellow Under Construction signs, sat on bench and laughed myself into convulsions


Many other things that I can't recall right now.

You sir, are a royal bastard. Good for you.

[robbieduncan]

Grew Up!

[bluemonkey]

I was walking up the hallway, tying my necktie, late for work. Dunno why I had to wear a tie to bag grocies, but I did. Anyway, I whacked my elbow on the thermostat as I was leaving, and thought nothing of it. This was when I was about 17 and lived with my father in a huge log house.

I worked 9 to 6, and upon my arrival home that evening, it had become 96 degrees farenheit inside my house. When I bumped my elbow on the thermo., I turned it all the way on high. The walls were hot to the touch. There was a wine rack in the kitchen, and the wine bottles were hot too. We opened all the windows (in February), and it cooled about 10 degrees per hour. My dad, needless to say, was not happy.

-Jason

[Lord Blackadder]

Once, a geeky friend and myself tried to make TNT (this was in 6th grade). We were up in his room melting styrofoam in a test tube and condensing the smoke into a brown flammable liquid (My friend hoped that this would be a substitute for Toluene, the last "T" in TNT). I started to feel dizzy so I stumbled over to a window and opened it just as I lost consciousness. I woke up and saw my buddy slumped over the table, but he came to a second later. We never did figure out how to make TNT - we gave up and started working on Napalm (um, perhaps that story can wait for another time).

When I was 7 years old I was out on holloween, dressed as GI Joe. As I walked up to a house with my parents, a guy in a cape jumped out of the bushes next to the door. Scared sh*tless, I brained him over the head with my plastic M-16 (which shattered) and ran. The guy got a cut on his ear and I got a lecture - after they caught me.

When I was 11, I got a BB gun with a scope. Unfortunately, it was a powerful one and the BBs sailed right through the targets I was shooting and through a neighbor's huge picture window and into a wall. The police made a visit to my house and I had to go talk to the elderly neighbors who said they thought it was a drive-by shooting (even though the window was in their back yard...). I had to write a police report and my hand was shaking so much that nobody could read it. I also shot a bird with the thing and felt so bad about it that I buried it with a wooden headstone and played taps on my trumpet afterward. I got into a BB gun war with some friends; they were using cheapo BB guns that weren't powerfull but all that I had was the rifle so when I shot people the BB would actually cause wounds, which made some parents unhappy. I still have that damn BB gun.

[StarbucksSam]

I have another one...

I forgot the time when I was three and I was playing over at someone's house and the nine year old neighbor girls put me in a dress and makeup and paraded me down the street with me screaming and kicking. It wasn't really my fault, but it was VERY embarassing.

[AmigoMac]

hehe, now that you talk about chemical toys, I remember my own try in the school, we took everything we could from the lab and put them together in a pot, nothing happened, pretty boring until we were tired of adding things and decided to throw the mix through the crapper...

Quoting Steve... just add water to the mix and BOOM!!!!

The WC was closed during 3 weeks!!

Thanks for reminding me that one!!! :cool:

[jsw]

I can think of a few things:

When I was five and my brother was two, we were visiting my grandparents as they were building a house in the country (this was in Iowa, so don't interpret "house in the country" as anything expensive...), right before they sold their old house and moved there. We were thirsty, and my parents and grandparents were preoccupied, so I got my brother and I something to drink from the fridge. As it turned out, it was beer. We didn't know. He drank half a bottle, I drank a whole bottle and some of his. I remember to this day how upset my parents were as well as how little I cared - which was unusual, because I tended to be afraid of making them upset at that age. Contrary to some studies I just saw, that early drinking experience didn't translate into alcoholism for either if us... [but, later, when 16, I worked in a liquor store for friends of my parents (stocking) and once snuck a 12-pack of Old Milwaukee (when I paid for when the 'adult' in the store went to the bathroom - was sneaky, but not a thief) into my house and hid it under my bed. To drink it - pretty much the only beer I'd had since I was 5 - I'd bring a plastic cup full of ice into my bedroom, pour in a can, and gulp it down. Yup. Old Milwaukee, plastic (Tupperware?) cup, ice. Yum. :rolleyes:].

When I was a bit older (7? 8?) my family went swimming with some friends to a small lake (well, essentially a pond, but it had a small beach) near us. Their kids had some strap-on styrofoam thingy that was supposed to help you float. We were on a raft/platfrom a short distance from the shore, and they strapped it onto my back. I jumped into the water, and the straps were slightly lose, and I think it was supposed to go on your front anyway, and so what happened was that I wasn't able to get my head above the water. No one noticed, and I managed to doggy-paddle my way into shore before drowning. Very scary. I remember clearly thinking that, if I didn't make it to where I could stand, I'd die.

When I was a teenager, my friend Gordon and I would strap small explosives, which he optained via a cousin, to model rockets, then light the fuse and launch the rocket near the strip mines (well, by then, lakes where strip mines used to be) which were not all that far from my house. Surprisingly, no deaths or injuries except, perhaps, to some fish.

Also, around that time, maybe a bit later, I was in my bedroom and wanted to throw a smoke bomb out at my brothers in the yard. I lit it and tossed it out the window. But forgot about the screen. It went off, filling my room with smoke before I could get the sticky window closed (no prayer of opening the screen in time - old window, took too long to open it). Quite embarrassing. And my parents weren't pleased, either. My parents were deep into the "overprotective" category, so even smoke bombs in the house were trouble once discovered.

[Roger1]

Gee, lot of competition around here for a Darwin Award. :D

Let's see. Four years old, riding my bike full speed on the street. Just so happens to be a big rock in the street. So I AIM for the rock, in an attempt to bounce my front tire off of it. The only thing that bounced was my face off the concrete, giving me two severely chipped teeth.

Jumped out a moving car doing 20 m.p.h., forgot to roll.

Doing a 110 m.p.h in a 35 mph to get some other guys girlfriend home, so she wouldn't get grounded (stupid, stupid).

I think that's about it for me.

[FoxyKaye]

I was a deviant uncontrollable tomboy for a few years...

Ditto. As far as I know, I still am at 31.

Don't know if this counts as evil (most of that stuff I've done as an adult). However, when I was little I had an Erector Set (http://www.ideafinder.com/history/inventions/erectorset.htm) with a little battery-operated motor. For some reason, I needed the motor to lift a really heavy item and got the idea to plug it directly into the electrical outlet. So, I took the ends of its wires and jammed them into the nearest outlet, which caused the motor to spin uncontrollably for a half-second, freeze, explode in my hand, catch fire and begin to melt. Not knowing what else to do, I ran into the bathroom and threw the burning hunk of plastic and metal into the toilet. Since I didn't want my parents to find out, I then flushed it. Bad idea, since it then clogged the drainpipe and my dad had to fix it anyhow.

Good times.

[Mord]

i made a cannon out of a plastic tube a charge of sodium chlorate-glycerin home made explosive and a battery as a bullet, i screwed up with the trajectory (i was aiming for a dartboard a set up 20ft away) and broke a stained glass church window, i'm not religious or anything but glas breaking guilt is still bad, i was not caught but it was not the cleverest thing to do, now i fire all my canon at 90 degrees to test range before firing :cool:.

oh and to the dude that was making TNT get a gas mask there cheap and usefull, last time i used mine i was igniting a chemical (cant remember what it was) that was ph 1 corroded pretty much anything (4 mol) and gave of chlorine gas.

also it's worth getting a full head mask the ones that look like welding ones but made out of clear plastic, they save you from acid slashes and speaking as someone that has had very dilute acid in his eye it's not fun.

i also once took my school network when i found the school sever room and connected an ethernet cable to two ports on the main switch.

i got so drunk i woke up in hospital at 3AM with my dad peering over me, not fun.

oh and i had a bb fight in the woods with fireworks and 8 people in cammo gear (very moist woods).

i have HUGE collection of fireworks under my bed, i prefer to make my own so they dont get used much.

[jeremy.king]

My dumbest moment of my childhood :

Got my finger stuck in a quarter prize machine. I didn't get what I paid for, so I tried to see if I could get it out with my hand. My stepdad was in the store, and when he came out - he looked puzzled as I sat there with tears streaming full force. He asks whats wrong and I whisper "My finger is stuck." Well, dad - the hero - grabs my arm and yanks. He responds "Not anymore." Ripped the skin from my knuckle, bled like the dickens, but the only scar left was the mental one.

[dvdh]

Okay maybe not the dumbest thing, but I still feel bad about it.

When I was about five I had a huge german shepherd and a little red wagon . . . okay I'm sure you can all see where this is going. I thought it would be great if the dog could pull me around in the wagon. I tied a piece of rope to the handle of the wagon and to the dog's collar and got in the wagon. Much to my delight the dog was able to pull me around. BUT. . . . apparently the poor dog didn't like the fact that he was being chased around by the wagon and he started to run faster and I fell out. Of course, then the wagon was even lighter, and the scared dog ran even faster trying to get away from the wagon which was by this point more tumbling than rolling. Then to make matters worse the front wheels and the handle broke off of the rest of the wagon.

It wasn't until my dad heard all the racket that anyone was able to catch the terrified dog and detach the sad remains of my little red wagon.

[ThomasJefferson]

As a young kid - I buried some kittens in my sandbox. Mom saved them.

As an older kid, well ... I was 18 and she was 24 and married.

Always have gotten in trouble over a little @#$$^.

[Mechcozmo]

Grr... my linkety ended up in the Wasteland. So, nevermind.
:mad:

[parrothead]

While on a Boy Scout campout I was really bored and decided to throw an axe at dried clumps of dirt. After being fascinated by the way the dirt broke apart I tried for a longer range throw. Unfortunately for me there was a can of bug repellent next to the dirt clump. It exploded in my face (range wasnt that far) and made me unable to see for a few hours.

Another time my brother and I were playing in the kitchen while I was heating up a huge pot of chili on the stove. We were throwing thowe super-bounce balls super hard against the floor so that they would bounce off the ceiling. Well, that ended when my last throw bounced once off the floor, once off the ceiling and landed like a meteor in the bubbling hot chili. We thought we cleaned everything, but overlooked a section of ceiling 20 feet away.

I had a friend that decided to try parasailing .... behind a pickup truck instead of a boat. He ended up getting dragged for about 500 yards through a field cause the driver never thought to look back.

[Doctor Q]

When I was 6, I thought of an excellent place to hide while playing hide-and-seek: in a big bush in the front yard. Unfortunately, a nest of wasps had the same hiding place. Guess who got 20 stitches on his scalp at the emergency hospital? Yup, me.

[Mechcozmo]

Guess who got 20 stitches on his scalp at the emergency hospital? Yup, me.

Did you count them? Divide them by an obscure number? Count the painkillers that they gave you in picograms?

;) Just messing with you...

[themadchemist]

Not pushing my dad harder to buy Netscape stock when I was seven. Damn! ;)

[Nermal]

For some reason, I needed the motor to lift a really heavy item and got the idea to plug it directly into the electrical outlet.

When I was little, my younger brother plugged a small (12 volt?) light straight into the 230 volt outlet in the garage. It went bang and the outlet turned black (or might've been brown).

The next day, mum or dad noticed that the bulb for the freezer in the garage had blown. A few days later, they discovered that the freezer wasn't freezing anymore - turns out the entire garage fuse had blown :eek:

[Doctor Q]

Did you count them? Divide them by an obscure number? Count the painkillers that they gave you in picograms?As a matter of fact, no. Young doctor q (lowercase at that age) wasn't nearly so math-geeky. I remember the wasps. I remember running for the front door while being attacked. And I remember the emergency hospital. But I only know the number of stings I got from what my parents told me later.

As a result of that childhood trauma, I have never been psychologically able to keep pet wasps in the house. I'm sure many people enjoy having wasps as household pets, but I've had to manage with only a dog instead.

[Apple Hobo]

A friend and I threw a shopping cart off the 7th floor (I think) at his apartment complex. [BOOOOM] We ran down the stairwell, practically pissing our pants laughing. Yeah, I know that was dangerous. :(

I wasn't involved in this story, but I did witness it. It was the day after July 4th or New Year's, and the people who lived next door were on vacation. Some of the neighborhood kids put a large M-80-like firecracker in their trash can that was at the end of their driveway for pickup. It went BANG, nothing happened, and we went across the street to do something else. A few minutes later, we saw flames coming from this trash can...then they got really, really big, and pretty soon the whole trash can was engulfed in solid, raging flames. There must have been some leftover fireworks in the trash because I heard fireworks exploding and whistling. :D The kids finally got a garden hose and put out the conflagration. This was one of those plastic Rubbermaid cans, so it melted almost into a pile of goop. That's one of my favorite stories. :)

I've shocked myself a few times and have blown some fuses in my house while screwing with electrical stuff (e.g. putting stuff that doesn't belong in an electrical socket into an electrical socket). I once touched a running electric fan motor with a metal bolt. Let's just say it made my arm and half my body feel funny. :)

Playing with fire was practically a hobby of mine in my younger days, but I never got hurt or did any damage (I think).

[Roger1]

Ever pee on an electrified cow fence? I have. I have 2 kids, so I guess everything still works (I think they're mine :p )

[Mord]

Ever pee on an electrified cow fence? I have. I have 2 kids, so I guess everything still works (I think they're mine :p )

i did that, i think the goods are ok, well i hope

[blackfox]

Ever pee on an electrified cow fence? I have. I have 2 kids, so I guess everything still works (I think they're mine :p )
relatedly, I clothes-lined myself running at full speed on one of those.

Interestingly enough (at least to me at the time), I had cut open my elbow in the fall and the running blood "jumped" a few inches down my arm leaving a clean space as it trickled down my forearm.

[Doctor Q]

relatedly, I clothes-lined myself running at full speed on one of those.I don't think it would count as dumb, but once upon a time I ran into my brother's room not realizing he had put up a chinning bar in the doorway. It hit me in the middle of the forehead and I found myself on the floor. Not sure if I was knocked out or just knocked down. I probably lost a few IQ points.

[rainman::|:|]

here's hoping the statute of limitations ran out...

but when i was little, i found almost an entire case of motor oil, near a creek. 16 bottles, only two gone. must have fallen out of someone's truck or something... Anyway, at some point I discovered the pretty, swirling rainbows that were created when I poured oil *into* the creek.

Long story short, I understand the creek is beginning to repopulate. Finally.

Among others, drinking paint thinner (it was in a mt. dew bottle! stupid dad. my first stomach pumping!), running into a parked van with my bike (first time i broke my nose! but not the last), setting coffee-cans full of gasoline on fire (and throwing things in them)... i'm going to stop, on the chance that my insurance agent might find this.

paul

[advres]

I was stupid enough to become a real heavy drinker in high school. That wasn't the real stupid thing though. The REAL stupid thing was getting two OUI's before I was 21. Man you think you know everything when you are younger. You think you are invinsible, at least I did. Good thing I learned my lesson, too bad I had to almost die to figure out how much of an idiot I was.