Crazy/stupid things you did while younger - and survived!
03-18-2011, 07:30 AM
#31
Top's Younger Twin
One of our favorite ways to pass time on a summer night was to load up with beer and 12 gauge ammo and head to the dump. At least 6 vehicles with 3-6 kids in each. Once we got there we would put the vehicles in a semi circle aimed at the dump. We would all get out, load up and wait quietly for the rattling and rustling of the rats. Once they were back to their scavenging full tilt we would turn on all of our headlights and unload at all the little red eyes staring at us.
WOW that was not only loud but dangerous. Quite a few of the vehicles took fallout in the form of wrecked windshields, pellet dents and several of us would take a hit in the name of fun.
I still have the large round dent in my left shin from the one pellet that deeply embedded itself. We took it out with needle nose pliers, poured this stuff called micurochrome [sp?] on it and then taped it up with hockey tape.
The stuff we poured on was something like iodine. The only thing I caught crap for was using all of that stuff. Nothing was said about my hole in my LEGG!
My brother and I used to do tarzan jumps into the hay pile outside the hay loft. We would have the loft door pushed shut so it looked good when we slammed into it and it flew open as we went airborne. LOL
My brother latched the dang door shut on me and when I slammed my hands into the door, I took three rusty nails in the palms of my hands and I stopped dead. And then I was stuck to the door. When I finally yanked my hands off the door I stepped/fell back and fell down and landed in the pig pen.
Again, I caught crap for disrupting the pigs and getting my clothes all dirty but nothing was said about the holes in my hands.
Time to go to work.
We believed that wrestling was real so we practiced. I will post about that later.
WOW that was not only loud but dangerous. Quite a few of the vehicles took fallout in the form of wrecked windshields, pellet dents and several of us would take a hit in the name of fun.I still have the large round dent in my left shin from the one pellet that deeply embedded itself. We took it out with needle nose pliers, poured this stuff called micurochrome [sp?] on it and then taped it up with hockey tape.
The stuff we poured on was something like iodine. The only thing I caught crap for was using all of that stuff. Nothing was said about my hole in my LEGG!
My brother and I used to do tarzan jumps into the hay pile outside the hay loft. We would have the loft door pushed shut so it looked good when we slammed into it and it flew open as we went airborne. LOL
My brother latched the dang door shut on me and when I slammed my hands into the door, I took three rusty nails in the palms of my hands and I stopped dead. And then I was stuck to the door.
When I finally yanked my hands off the door I stepped/fell back and fell down and landed in the pig pen.Again, I caught crap for disrupting the pigs and getting my clothes all dirty but nothing was said about the holes in my hands.
Time to go to work.
We believed that wrestling was real so we practiced. I will post about that later.
03-18-2011, 06:13 PM
#32
It's my pot and I'll stir it if I want to. If you're not careful, I'll stir your's as well!
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After reading through the replies to date have to wonder why or how some of us survived. Wonder why the words 'gene pool' come to mind?
When I look back at some of the harebrained, crazy and just plain stupid things I have done with bikes, cars and planes, I think that I must have been preserved for a higher purpose.
When I look back at some of the harebrained, crazy and just plain stupid things I have done with bikes, cars and planes, I think that I must have been preserved for a higher purpose.
03-19-2011, 06:44 AM
#34
I was into model rockets when I was in my early teens. Estes had some decent rockets; Big Bertha, the "Scrambler", Little Joe II (Apollo module). That was until I found out the basic materials (tube, balsa wood for fins, etc.) was cheaper at the local hobby shop. I could build 3 or 4 nice rockets for the cost of a single Estes kit, and would add rolled Lexan plastic tubes as "payload" sections. I launched all kinds of objects ..... chicken eggs, tadpoles, grasshoppers, small frogs and toads, and the occasional M-80 which produced some crazy explosions at altitude. Had my hide tanned a couple times for the 100 plus foot explosions.
Learning to drive was a treat. We had an old beater VW bug that had a bad generator, so I mail ordered one from Warshawsky's (way before the JC Whitney buy out), chopped off the fenders, cut the ends off the bumpers, and removed all the glass. I found out one summer that if you hit water fast enough, the VW would skip across it just like skipping a stone across a calm pond.
In 1993 when I got back from Okinawa my folks got me my first car, an '86 Porsche 944. Took it out one night and wanted to see what it would do, and I ended up running 145 MPH down Interstate 15 from Temecula to the exit we took to get to Fallbrook. It was like riding on glass but looking back I'll never run that fast again ..... LOL!
Learning to drive was a treat. We had an old beater VW bug that had a bad generator, so I mail ordered one from Warshawsky's (way before the JC Whitney buy out), chopped off the fenders, cut the ends off the bumpers, and removed all the glass. I found out one summer that if you hit water fast enough, the VW would skip across it just like skipping a stone across a calm pond.
In 1993 when I got back from Okinawa my folks got me my first car, an '86 Porsche 944. Took it out one night and wanted to see what it would do, and I ended up running 145 MPH down Interstate 15 from Temecula to the exit we took to get to Fallbrook. It was like riding on glass but looking back I'll never run that fast again ..... LOL!
03-19-2011, 07:26 AM
#35
Top's Younger Twin
OK, its time for the wrestling experience.
First thing we wanted to practice was jumping off the top rope. We did not really know how high the rope was so we started with my mom's clothes line.
Of course my brother said I should go first because I was lighter. [I was lighter by about a pound]
I climbed up onto the the old wooden step ladder and held onto the power line coming into the house as I reach over to put my right foot onto the clothes line.
It was a bit unstable. Kind of like me. So there I was with my right foot on the clothes line, left foot on the ladder and right hand on the power line. I started to REALLY wobble when the neighbor started yelling and I slipped, straddled the ladder 
and landed on the lawn. We all know this could have been much MUCH worse. My right shoulder felt really sore...I had broken my collar bone on the landing. My folks heard about my trapeze efforts from the neighbor and I never got to the hospital until the next day.
Next attempt at wrestling was our own version of a cage match. I was duct taped onto a clothes basket...my moms again. The clothes basket was tied to the bottom step of the basement stairs and then my brother and his friends took turns jumping from the top of the stairs landing on me.
Third jump destroyed moms clothes basket. Nobody asked how I was doing but wow did I catch crap for the wrecked clothes basket. Because I was in it when mom caught us.
Next attempt at wrestling was similar to taking a hit from a chair. We decided to use a short handled broom. My brother and I were practicing how he would hit me with it and how I would fall from the hit. I did not know he was going to practice a few more swings and got too close and took a direct hit to the remaining baby teeth I had. WOW did that hurt. All the front teeth were now gone and I was bleeding. So my dad felt it was a good idea to give me a glass of Orange Crush. All nice and fizzy and burny and WOW did that hurt.
Evel Kneivel played a big role in the destruction of my bicycles. More on that later.
First thing we wanted to practice was jumping off the top rope. We did not really know how high the rope was so we started with my mom's clothes line.
Of course my brother said I should go first because I was lighter. [I was lighter by about a pound]
I climbed up onto the the old wooden step ladder and held onto the power line coming into the house as I reach over to put my right foot onto the clothes line.
It was a bit unstable.
Kind of like me. So there I was with my right foot on the clothes line, left foot on the ladder and right hand on the power line. I started to REALLY wobble when the neighbor started yelling and I slipped, straddled the ladder and landed on the lawn. We all know this could have been much MUCH worse. My right shoulder felt really sore...I had broken my collar bone on the landing. My folks heard about my trapeze efforts from the neighbor and I never got to the hospital until the next day.Next attempt at wrestling was our own version of a cage match. I was duct taped onto a clothes basket...my moms again. The clothes basket was tied to the bottom step of the basement stairs and then my brother and his friends took turns jumping from the top of the stairs landing on me.
Third jump destroyed moms clothes basket. Nobody asked how I was doing but wow did I catch crap for the wrecked clothes basket. Because I was in it when mom caught us.
Next attempt at wrestling was similar to taking a hit from a chair. We decided to use a short handled broom. My brother and I were practicing how he would hit me with it and how I would fall from the hit. I did not know he was going to practice a few more swings and got too close and took a direct hit to the remaining baby teeth I had. WOW did that hurt. All the front teeth were now gone and I was bleeding. So my dad felt it was a good idea to give me a glass of Orange Crush. All nice and fizzy and burny and WOW did that hurt.
Evel Kneivel played a big role in the destruction of my bicycles. More on that later.
03-19-2011, 09:29 PM
#36
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03-20-2011, 12:21 AM
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Top's Younger Twin
03-20-2011, 12:47 AM
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You wanna see something funny, but not a sdangerous. Set off a camera flash while somebody is removing a broken lightbulb. Hillarious..
03-20-2011, 08:44 AM
#39
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I didn't do too much of anything when I was younger. Not that
I'll admit to, there's some question on the statute of limitations. I do remember when I was very small, about 6 or 7, my friends lived in a house with a carport that had a 3 foot drop on the side. We would take old appliance boxes and make a poor man's hang glider and fly a few feet before we landed. We got tired of that and moved up to the roof. The first time I did it, I actually flew over the hedge into the next yard and came down lightly. Alas, I was too stoopid to realize that was a lucky fluke. The next time a gust of wind lifted me up a bit and then the cardboard folded in the middle. I left a pretty good sized dent in the ground.
I'll admit to, there's some question on the statute of limitations. I do remember when I was very small, about 6 or 7, my friends lived in a house with a carport that had a 3 foot drop on the side. We would take old appliance boxes and make a poor man's hang glider and fly a few feet before we landed. We got tired of that and moved up to the roof. The first time I did it, I actually flew over the hedge into the next yard and came down lightly. Alas, I was too stoopid to realize that was a lucky fluke. The next time a gust of wind lifted me up a bit and then the cardboard folded in the middle. I left a pretty good sized dent in the ground.
03-20-2011, 11:02 AM
#40
Top's Younger Twin
I didn't do too much of anything when I was younger. Not that
I'll admit to, there's some question on the statute of limitations. I do remember when I was very small, about 6 or 7, my friends lived in a house with a carport that had a 3 foot drop on the side. We would take old appliance boxes and make a poor man's hang glider and fly a few feet before we landed. We got tired of that and moved up to the roof. The first time I did it, I actually flew over the hedge into the next yard and came down lightly. Alas, I was too stoopid to realize that was a lucky fluke. The next time a gust of wind lifted me up a bit and then the cardboard folded in the middle. I left a pretty good sized dent in the ground.
I'll admit to, there's some question on the statute of limitations. I do remember when I was very small, about 6 or 7, my friends lived in a house with a carport that had a 3 foot drop on the side. We would take old appliance boxes and make a poor man's hang glider and fly a few feet before we landed. We got tired of that and moved up to the roof. The first time I did it, I actually flew over the hedge into the next yard and came down lightly. Alas, I was too stoopid to realize that was a lucky fluke. The next time a gust of wind lifted me up a bit and then the cardboard folded in the middle. I left a pretty good sized dent in the ground.
I do have to say that all of it was fun.
03-20-2011, 01:48 PM
#41
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Me and two buddies used to camo up and sneak to the edge of the property where a rival HS was having their prom (in our town!) and egg the horse and carriage riders as it went by. Did this two weekends in a row, successfully. Third weekend the Sheriff wised up and posted men around the perimeter. We wised up also and passed on this one, allowing them to catch the 'copycat' group who was shooting for our anonymously generated local fame and bragging rights. They got charged with all three "attacks".
Any regrets? Not a one.
Gosh, I hope they never re-open that case. Whats the limit of liability on a boyhood prank anyway?
Any regrets? Not a one.
Gosh, I hope they never re-open that case. Whats the limit of liability on a boyhood prank anyway?
03-20-2011, 01:55 PM
#42
Top's Younger Twin
Kurt, that sounds familiar to what we did.
We would use our potato cannons on the buses going by. Two nights in a row the caretaker from the apartments behind our hideout would come out and watched. Seemed like a real nice guy. Third night we showed up and it was a different caretaker walking towards us. We did not have our cannons with us as we always checked the launch site before setting up. We weren't checking for cops or anything like that...we just checked to make sure it was still there and not excavated with the building progress in that area.
We knew this guy was a cop because he lived right beside my best friend who was with me. So we just kept walking. Close call.
We would use our potato cannons on the buses going by. Two nights in a row the caretaker from the apartments behind our hideout would come out and watched. Seemed like a real nice guy. Third night we showed up and it was a different caretaker walking towards us. We did not have our cannons with us as we always checked the launch site before setting up. We weren't checking for cops or anything like that...we just checked to make sure it was still there and not excavated with the building progress in that area.
We knew this guy was a cop because he lived right beside my best friend who was with me. So we just kept walking. Close call.
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