Completely insane stuff you did as a kid...

We also used to play "king of the mountain" on really steep but short (about 6 ft high) inclines after snow storms. My most vivid memory:

I was attaking the top of the mountain. The king met me right at the top and knocked me straight back. So now I am falling back first to the ground and he is right on top of me falling face first to the ground. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to grab the front of my hair and ram my forehead into his knee Double Dragon style while we were still mid-air. I land flat on my back a fraction of a second later. I would have been pissed at the guy if I wasn't so impressed with how badly he pwned me.

i've done lots of the same stuff mentioned

- finding a hustler near the lake ruled
- there was some game we played, which i can't even remember, but it was violent and the rules were we play until someone can't play anymore. (by injury)
- driving cars into trashcans the night before trash day. that was one of the funnest things ever. (make sure it's a rubbermaid)
- jumping off the top of my garage onto the dirt
- that war game mentioned but with pinecones (the hard unopened ones)
- destroying mailboxes with a bat

i feel bad for kids today who have to wear helmets just to ride thier bike. My parents wouldn't even get me training wheels let alone a helmet. They told me if i wanted to learn how to ride i'd just have to get on the bike and do it. Now i know they were right, falling builds character and most of these training wheel/ helmet kids grow up to be cry baby pussies.

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Originally Posted by stormy

- that war game mentioned but with pinecones (the hard unopened ones).

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I remember football summer sessions in highschool. If you were a freshmen, you got constantly pelted with un-ripened crab apples. If you weren't a freshmen, you were constantly pelting freshmen with un-ripened crab apples.

Another guy and me took trading punches to another level back in middle school. Both of us were so pigheaded we wouldn't back down until our fists were numb and our sleeves were bloody. My mom reemed me every time I ruined a shirt like that.

Hrm. I never did it, but I remember in grade school the kids used to take pencil erasers and rub them against their skin. The object was to see who could take the pain enough. I remember kids having these deep gouges in their arms and now I wonder, "What did the parents think was going on?" How do you explain that to your parents? We didn't have science labs, so you can say it's a chemical burn or something... man. Idiots.

When I was in middle school, a buddy of mine thought it would be cool for us to make some molotov (sp?) cocktails with my father's beer and then chuck them at cars - my mom's house is right near this bridge over the highway and there used to be this little area to the side you could hide in and nobody would see you. My dad had no beer, though, so we took a bottle of rubbing alcohol, put a sock in there and then went to the bridge. My buddy threw it but it hit a tree and fell into some brush. We ran like Forrest Gump and I guess whatever fire ensued was small and a state trooper put it out. They came through the neighborhood, though, to see if anyone had seen it. Thankfully, my mother was busy baking that day, otherwise she would have noticed us missing and probably would have beat the crap out of me once she put the two together. :)

Another grade school buddy and I used to climb to the top of these really high trees, pretending to be ninjas, and throw small rocks at kids.

man i forgot the best stuff i used to do.

-we'd throw cans of WD40 into small fires and then someone would swing a metal hoe at the can to make it explode, which was totally awesome.
-we also made napalm out of gasoline and styrofoam.

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-we'd throw cans of WD40 into small fires and then someone would swing a metal hoe at the can to make it explode, which was totally awesome.

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That is probably the very definition of "totally awesome".

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Hrm. I never did it, but I remember in grade school the kids used to take pencil erasers and rub them against their skin. The object was to see who could take the pain enough. I remember kids having these deep gouges in their arms.

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I "won" one of those contests once, except we'd have neutral 3rd parties manning the erasers.

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I "won" one of those contests once, except we'd have neutral 3rd parties manning the erasers.

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Did you ever have to explain it to your parents? What did you say?

See, if I had done that, my mother wouldn't even have asked for an explanation, she would have just beaten me with a rolling pin. (Not that I was crazy or tough enough to have done it in the first place.)

Well, my sister was the one manning the eraser, and she thought it was funny as hell so she took care of informing the parents what that huge gouge was.

I went through a pyro stage in 6th grade or so. Lighting tennis balls on fire (really hard, takes a lot of accelerant), fireworks were the shit. I can't remember where I got the money for it, but a kid down the street from me would sell us all these firewords, you name it he could get it. We'd line up rows and rows of bottlerockets in the tops of chainlink fenses and set them off in a row. It was awesome, like a fucking battle ship shooting every canon it had in a row.

My college roomates were fucking bad though. Slashing convertable tops open and dropping road flares in them (they burned down a jeep). They did so much shit they had write ups in the paper. They were like a vandal gang.