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Stupid and idiotic things you did as children and adolescents

Mitchell

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Thinking back on your childhood, what can you think of that were some of the most stupid, and idiotic things you did in your childhood or adolesence? I can think of a few things off the top of my head.
Probably the number one most moronic thing I use to do was in Junior High School study hall. That, of course, was the time to do work, or get help with any problems we had with our work from either our homeroom or study hall teachers. Brainiac me, being the intelligensia idiot I was at that time, would drive the study hall teacher nuts by refusing to do my work, and often end up in the Vice Principal's office being lectured by him, or in detention for acting like an moron in study hall. Instead of doing my work, I came up with an assanine saying that my best friend of 23 years still remembers, because we were in the same study hall. I would put my feet up on the desk, and repeat over and over:" It's time to waste time", therby drawing negative attention to myself, and annoying everyone.
Another stupid thing I used to do as a kid. As I've mentioned on here before, I used to have a baseball game called Microleague when I was an adolescent, that I had for my old IBM computer. I had a good friend from summer camp from NJ who I remained friends with for many years. I would call this friend 2-3 times a week, and, during the course of the conversation, both of us would boot up the Microleague game while we were on the phone, and provide play by play accounts of our respective games to each other, thus driving my parents nuts, because I was wasting their money talking about a stupid computer game. One night, one of my friends' friends called my house at 3am and got my father on the phone, talking about "recruiting for Microleague" and then hung up. My father got so pissed at me, because he felt that I was so obessessed with the game, that he actually took it away from me for a few days, until my friend called and admitted it was one of his friends playing a sick prank.
One more idiotic childhood habit: When I was about ten, we had this novelty shop that sold these things called popppers where you would throw a small white thing on the ground that was shaped like an oval, with an end on it, and the thing would make a loud noise. A friend of mine came up with the idea of making bigger poppers out of those by removing the material that caused the popping sound from the white covering, putting what amounted to a whole box of popper interior things into a tissue, and, as a car rode by, throw it on the street to create a loud noise, and make someone think their tire blew out! Several times we had poor unsuspecting drivers stop in their tracks by doing this.
My most idiotic childhood prank is something I may have mentioned on here before, but I dont recall, so I'll post it again. One time when I was about 10, I had gone trick or treating with the same friend who I had the popper incidents with. Myself, this friend, and a couple other boys came up with the bright idea of smashing people's pumpkins on their doorsteps. A few times, we were smart, swiping the pumpkins and smashing them either in the woods, or on the road. This one time, we got a little too cocky. First we smashed a pumpkin at a house, and then like 5 minutes later had the audacity to go back, and ask the owner for candy. We had left the smashed pumpkin on the owner's front walk, and when he answered the door, we innocently stated how unfortunate it was that someone had smashed his pumpkin. As we got off his doorstep, my friend turned and looked at the guy, and said:" We did it! We did it!", and then we all took off. Next thing we knew, we were being chased for a bit by the owner, who had this seemingly long garden hose, and he tried to spray us with it, but we got away.
So, those are a few of the idiotic incidents and pastimes of my childhood and adolescence. Does anyone else have any stories? I'd be very interested to hear. Thanks.

Mitch
 
I don't know the age barrier you're looking at,but I can tell you what happened to me when I was about 3 or 4.
We had a large cold air vent on the floor in the hallway (Some of the 50's houses had these installed ).You could lift the grill up and stand on the aluminum duct.And that's what I did! I'd open the grill and step onto the duct and start bouncing up and down.(It made a snapping noise as you know aluminum sheet metal can do).Well I think I successfully did this a few times.(Can't recall if my parents ever saw me do it,'cause I'm sure they'd have spanked me for doing it).Well one day I started bouncing on it and the seam in the aluminum gave way and like a trap door I fell through to the basement floor below narrowly missing toys and a tricycle.
Well I guess I landed on the basement floor without breaking anything vital (I apparently had a slightly split lip,perhaps I bit it or something).By the time my Mom made it to the top of the stairs,I was coming up wailing away.My dad was...er..in the middle of something important in the bathroom!!!
Suffice it to say,I was lucky I didn't fall on my head,or have the sharp aluminum/sheet metal cut me up or worse!:wow:
 
heh good ones...

My best friend as a kid, and still is to this day, and I called ourselved "The Gut Brothers".. of course, as we've gotten a bit older, that moniker has taken on a bit of a different meaning, but back in those days, it was because we'd make up insanely stupid tricks to pull off, kinda like "Jackass" I guess.

One of the totally ignoramously stupendoulsy idiotic things we did, and which also got on on the greenpeace hit list, was the "Timber Ride". We grew up on the edge of about a gazillion acres of woods. So, we'd sneak off into the woods and find a tree that wasn't too large in diameter and not to skinny to climb, and one of us would climb to the very top so that we could lean back and bend the tree at the top. The other moron would begin chopping the tree with an axe. And yep, ride the sucker down. The goal of this idiocy: right as the tree started to fall, the rider had to scurry to the side opposite the fall and pivot with the fall so that when the tree landed, the rider remained standing on the trunk. We both successfully pulled it off a few times. Most of the time though we wound up in a tangled mess.

There were other things like jumping out of the treehouse with umbrellas or garbage bags as parachutes, but the absolute most idiotic thing I ever did happened when I was I guess about 4 or 5 years old. Our house was built on a hillside so that the front was a single level, but the back side was two stories. There was a tree growing next to the house so that I could climb the tree, creep out on a limb, and roll over onto the roof. The problem with this is I owned a Hoppity Hop, which anyone who was a kid in the '60's can remember, but if not, a Hoppity Hop was/is this big ball with a handle that you sit on and hop/bounce around. I think you get where this stupidity is going.

I climbed the tree with my Hoppity Hop, rolled over onto the roof, and decided that if I would jump off the roof riding the Hoppity Hop, I could bounce extremely high! heh.. yeah... right.. so, I slid out to the edge of the back of the house, the two story part, dangled my legs over the side, sitting on the edge, pulled the Hoppity Hop handle up between my legs, and leaned foward and slid off the roof...

Well, the ride down was a blast.. and then I hit the ground. The Hoppity Hop stayed just about where it landed, but I was flung head over heels about 15 feet into mom's rose bushes. I was scratched all to hell, but still intact. What makes this really funny to me is that my parents came running out the back door. They had been sitting at the kitchen table and my mom had seen me fly past the kitchen window on Hoppity Airways. I can only imagine what went through her mind as she watched her idiot son fly past the window on a Hoppity Hop.
 
OMG, the hippity hop! 😀

I once stapled my finger, I guess I was around six, just to see "what would happen". What an f'ing moron. What happened was I spent the next 20 minutes crying my eyes out from the pain and then again later at the doctor's office from the tetanus shot. I guess the only reason my folks didn't kick my ass for being such a dumbass was they figured I put myself thru enough. 🙄
XOXO
 
Stupid things done as a kid??? ME??? It would be difficult to narrow that down to just one thing...or one dozen things for that matter.

Back when I was the "Spitball Wizard" I stuck one to the 6th grade teacher's forehead, does that qualify? He actually wandered around with that thing stuck for a while. You think I was gonna tell him???

Rxx
 
Ha ha! About the same(6th) grade, I was the trashball champ in my class, tkrexx. Soon's the teacher turned her( or his) back to write on the chalkboard, I could nail the wastepaper basket every time. So, one day, I decided to try gum in the hair of a poor substitute teacher. Sure enough, dead-on when she went to write on the board. Poor woman didn't even notice, but the class was laughing so much, I got busted anyway.
 
One more idiotic memory I have from childhood. When I was in summer camp, pre adolescent or adolescent, cant recall which of the four years it was that I went to this camp, I started a farting contest one night that woke the couneslors up! I had awakened in the middle of the night one night, and a few of of my bunkmates were up, so we woke up the other half of our bunk, and decided to begin a loud farting contest to see who could cut the loudest one. Of course, in addition to our farting, being the idiots we were, we began laughing. First quiet giggles, then eventually loud hysterical laughter which woke up our couneslors, none of whom were too happy. One of the couneslors was the camp director's son, and only about 3 years older than all of us. For some weird reason, after being woken up, he just sat there for a couple of minutes, listening to this farting contest, and began laughing hysterically. After we finally settled down, and went back to sleep, (not until after we had lost our canteen privliliges for a week. For those not in summer camp, the canteen was the place we went once a week where we could drink soda, and eat sweets.)
The couneslors got us back, though. Every day, we used to have morning and afternoon announcements from the Head Couneslors shack. The next afternoon, the head couneslor got on the PA, and completely humiliated our bunk. He announced that a member of our bunk who would not be revealed so as not to embarrass him, had shit his pants in the middle of the night during a farting contest. We were out on the field during our free play hour before dinner, and the entire camp was in stitches, everyone looking at us, because we were at the time the second oldest bunk in camp. For the rest of our time at that camp, and most of us were friends who went to the camp all four years I was there, and we were in the same bunk each year, we never lived that down.
Along with this, around the same time, another ugly rumor started about a bunk mate of mine named Danny, who was one of the coolest guys in the camp. Danny had a very pretty and sweet girlfriend named Angie, who both he, and our entire bunk, used to tickle torture on her feet every chance we got. Anyhow, a rumor got started by someone in our bunk that Danny would lie in bed, and pleasure himself at night, while we were all in the bunk! It became known as Danny playing "Space Invaders", and it became one of the ugliest things in camp. It got to the point where the entire dining room would make space invader noises during meals. Dan and I were both waiters for a time our last summer, and while we both used to violate camp rules and make out w our girlfriends behind the kitchen. He with Angie, me with the first girl I ever kissed, a buxom 17 year old named Janet. One night, as we were serving dinner, the space invader noises got so loud, that it made Dan lose his balance, and drop a tray filled with plates on the dining room floor, which would percepitate another idiotic reception, the entire mess hall standing up and applauding the poor soul who dropped the tray. (Trust me, I was the receipent of this several times)
I know this was actually several incidents, but the entire camp prank thing would certainly fit into the idiotic things I did as a child or teenager thread. Of course, in those situations, I wasnt the only idiot, it seemed like I was surrounded by them! LOL!

Mitch
 
I've done so many stupid things in my life...some of which I'm truly ashamed of, and thus remain skeletons in my closet that no one will ever see. Other things bring back self-conscious shivers of comedy.

On that note: one night in particular comes back to me, in stark relief...a pleasantly weathered Saturday night in September, 1979, when I worked inside a burger stand at Six Flags Great Adventure. I struck up a neat little friendship with a girl there who, while not attractive in the classic sense, was nevertheless as horny as I was, and when you're eighteen, your horniness is at a level that's somewhat hard to articulate.
Well, mindless girl and horny as a rabbit boy ducked out when their shifts ended, to the bushes behind the Rolling Thunder roller coaster, which was, later in the early '90s, possibly the last wooden coaster here on the eastern seaboard. The bushes we retreated to were mere feet away from the nearest walking path, and directly under the prying eyes of anyone riding in the cars on the roller coaster. So, there, the young, bushy afroed Knox The Hatter, and the girl with the awkward manners and the bad complexion, had a long, rather extended billclintonesque post-adolescent sexual episode. Who knows who watched?

Don't know what happened to the girl, who was a senior that year at Jackson High School, but adolescent is as adolescent does, and I tried to avoid her, lest anyone think that, well, you know. You grow up, you know...hey, you know me. I'm not a bad guy...
🙄
 
TummyDragon said:
heh good ones...


I climbed the tree with my Hoppity Hop, rolled over onto the roof, and decided that if I would jump off the roof riding the Hoppity Hop, I could bounce extremely high! heh.. yeah... right.. so, I slid out to the edge of the back of the house, the two story part, dangled my legs over the side, sitting on the edge, pulled the Hoppity Hop handle up between my legs, and leaned foward and slid off the roof...

Well, the ride down was a blast.. and then I hit the ground. The Hoppity Hop stayed just about where it landed, but I was flung head over heels about 15 feet into mom's rose bushes. I was scratched all to hell, but still intact. What makes this really funny to me is that my parents came running out the back door. They had been sitting at the kitchen table and my mom had seen me fly past the kitchen window on Hoppity Airways. I can only imagine what went through her mind as she watched her idiot son fly past the window on a Hoppity Hop.
ROFLMAO! I got my head stuck in the railings of my grandparents porch once....
cut an electrical cord while it was plugged in (plastic does save lives)
gave the cat a hair cut
started a bon fire too close to the house

 
Good topic, Mitch. I've done many stupid things in my life, even though I'm fairly careful by nature. In the summer of 1961 at age 4, I lived in a neighborhood where there were no driveways. Everybody parked on the street. Each house had a concrete sidewalk that went from your front porch down a few steps and then connected with the sidewalk along the street.

I used to watch the big kids like Bobby Matheson ride down his steps on his two-wheeler. I decided to try riding down our steps on my little tricycle. I tumbled head over heals down those steps and sat there crying until Mom and Dad came over and picked me up. Fortunately I wasn't seriously injured.

A couple of years later I stuck a metal bobby pin in a wall socket. It made a crackle and a flash and then nothing. Again, no injuries.
 
Thank you, Drew. I was like the class clown essentially until I was about 15, when in 10th grade I finally decided to grow up, and be a human being. The funny thing about it was that after being the class clown, and having the inside of the behavior person's office be my 2nd home until 15, in 10th grade I finally started to get serious, stopped screwing around, and became the mature straight arrow Iam today. Not to brag, but in college, I had an impeccable reputation, never got into trouble even once, and only had one run in with any kind of trouble where my clothes were stolen out of the shower, because I kept going to a different floor in my dorm to take showers, due to the fact that the floor I lived on had freezing showers. Other than that, nothing. I remember the day that I had to go to the dean to sign me out to graduate, and the only reason he knew who I was, was because in a rare situation, he was forced to teach a required class that I had to take that no one else wanted to teach, so on the day he signed me out, he told me he would never have known me, because I never, ever got in trouble in college, not for cutting class, cheating, fighting or anything. I was very happy to have that impeccable reputation in college, as I felt it was important towards taking responsibility for an honorable and successful life.
Thanks again, Drew. Glad the thread is going well.

Mitch
 
I too was the class clown in high school, and the class tickler, because I always set it up where the girls would always put theri feet in my chair, and I would tickle them all class period. And the thrill of watching them try to take it, when they couldn't LOL was incredible. I would end up getting detention, but I didn't care, I would continue the tickling during detention😛
 
LOL! Interesting experience, natural. Thank You. To me, tickling girls during school wouldnt be a "class clown" thing to do at all, I would see such as a lucky experience! However, for those who dont understand tickling, unfortunately, they dont view it as such.🙁

Mitch
 
I remembered another incident that happened somewhere around age 12 or 13. My friends and I were fascinated with the storm drain tunnels, many of which were big enough to walk through. For the most part these tunnels are horizontally cylindrical with a stream of water about a foot wide running down the middle. To avoid getting wet one had to walk on either side of the stream on the rounded sloping walls. We found the best way to travel was to take three steps on the right of the stream, then three steps on the left, then the right, etc. This worked especially well when running through the tunnels. One other thing worth mentioning is that these tunnels are pitch black. I'm talking stygian darkness in which you can't see your hand in front of your face even after an hour in there. We would bring flashlights when possible. If we couldn't get a working flashlight we'd bring candles.

My friend Howard was very much into explosive combustion at this stage of his development. He was very scientifically inclined and was always making bombs. Now in today's day and age that sounds pretty scary, but Howard's interest in bombs was really nothing more than a kid's fascination with fireworks. We'd set them off either in the woods or in the storm drain tunnels where no one would get hurt.

One day Howard and I went to the storm drain tunnels and Howard just happened to bring along a malotav cocktail. :wow: Yessirree, Howard had taken a wine bottle, filled it with gasoline, and stuffed a rag in the mouth of the bottle. What can I say? It seemed like a cool idea at the time.

Once we were a half mile or so into the tunnel, Howard took the bottle and lit the rag. When it was burning profusely Howard flung the bottle as hard as he could. It saled a good distance, crashed and exploded in an impressive pyrotechnic display of which any special effects engineer would have been proud.

It wasn't until after the explosion that it dawned on the both of us that perhaps we should have given more thought to which direction to throw the bottle. Remember the little stream running down the middle I mentioned earlier. It was now on fire and rushing toward us at an impressive velocity. We couldn't hope to outrun it so we exercised our only option left. We ran toward the fire and through it doing the three step boogie knowing what would befall if we slipped and fell or splashed the flaming liquid on our pants leg. I don't how we did it but we got through without burning ourselves. We watched the patch of flame flow into the distance and ultimately peter out. We each looked at each other and though no words were said, the unspoken communication was clear. "I won't tell anybody if you won't."
 
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