Completely insane stuff you did as a kid...

When I was around 6 me friend, his older brother, and I had just discovered the joyous wonder of the hair spray flame thrower. While we were experimenting we set this dry hedge that was right next to his house on fire while his mom was gone. While we ran inside to get water the fire only go worse, and eventually set the house on fire. I remeber someone called the fire department and his mom came home and flipped, I was bawling left and right.

Another time when I was about 5 we were playing "Pick up an apple with the top of a stick and hit people". I had my friend in my sites as I launched the apple. By some act of god, the apple flew about 45 degrees in the wrong way and smashed through his window. His dad (a heavy christian) jumped out and screamed what the hell. I peed my pants on the spot.

There was this one spot in the neighborhood where there was about a 10 foot embankment right next to the road, with a huge tree right on the edge. We would climb high enough so that we would sway a good 10 feet when there was a small breeze, which made us what seemed hundreds of feet above the road. Of course we would throw rocks at cars and watch them try to find us.

In 4th Grade we used to play distance in the new (luxerious) bathroom at school, which was basically seeing how far away from the urinal you could stand and still make it in.

Ill post more as I think of them...

Shut the fuck up.

Street Tackle football until someone was sent to the hospital.

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Originally Posted by Brisco Bold

Thing is, I wanna do all this kooky shit again, but now all my friends are too busy being 'mature' and 'cool'. Life will never be the same again.

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My friends and I will probably do this horse shit till we die.

The other day we had an epic sword fight in my hall. Everyone who lives here thought it was the funniest thing ever. People who go to my school must have had pretty bland lives.

Back then my friend and I used to throw half to whole bricks at each other after progressing from small rocks. I remember getting hit about 5 times in my back due to bad aim and having nice red brick shaped bruises to show.

Only thing that comes to mind right off the bat involved an older guy who delighted in being mean to little kids. One time I was outside playing early in the morning and he came riding his bike through the back of our apartments and I ran to the front and grabbed a dislodged fence post. That day I was going to stand up to him and he came through this little hole in this tree line and I stabbed him with the fence post (I was probably about 4 or 5 and he was probably 15). After that he charged me and grabbed me and took me out to the back of the complex. There was a hard spot in the dirt and he lifted me up and smashed my head right into the dirt and got on his bike and rode off as I lay there crying for about 30 minutes.

If I ever saw this guy again I would take my K-Bar to his eyes.

Edit: Some more stuff

The guy I mentioned above...I shot one of his friends in the head with a sharpened piece of wood and home-made bow.

A lot of "play" fights I used to get in used to involve injury, such as the sleeping bag fights mentioned below and piling cushions ten high on the couch and falling off and smacking me head into one of the uncushioned couches.

I crashed my dad's van into a dumpster when I was three.

I drove a pole into my hip while dragging it across the side-walk with my friend running behind me, we tried to do it two more times after many unsuccesful and painful attempts.

When I was around 9 I guess me and my friend broke about 100 beer bottles on an outdoor hockey court in the middle of a bunch of houses and somehow got away with it.

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Originally Posted by MVS

Ah to be young again.

I remember when I was a kid, like 10, and finding a playboy that some teenagers had left in a field (empty beer cans, etc) made me feel like Indiana Jones.

You that grew up on the Internet have been robbed of this life changing and satisfying event, and I pity you.

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I think we've had 1.5 threads about this already. You should look it up, we had some very interesting stories posted in it.

Edit: Sense so many people have done this, or related like things, I hunted the thread up. Here you go.

Anyone remember the old days of porn?

While my childhood was not nearly as hardcore as many of yours', I do remember some fun stuff.

Of course there was pitch black brawls where everyone was in sleeping bags. That shit was crazy, especially once people started jumping on you from the couch and such blind (as it was over the head).

I think a favorite thing was to play at construction sites. It was awesome lifting yourself up into the attics of houses that were just frames and balancing across the beams.

There was also the time where I was climbing the tree in the front yard, and the branch I was sitting on broke. I fell onto the branch below it, catching myself, thankfully.

I don't remember doing insane things too much.

I remember one time though. I live near a small creek connected directly in to Lake Ontario. Swans used to swim around there from time to time. Me and two of my friends decided to take a short cut through the creek. There was a path made out of brush and wood. It was pretty rough. We were going to cross when we saw a nearby swan. My friend Tom got really excited for some reason and walked over to the swan. He got really really close and was about to touch it when all of a sudden the thing snapped at him.

I thought swans were supposed to be peaceful. He almost took his hand off. He chased him for a bit up the bank before giving up too. We laughed and continued on our way.

No swans seem to come by anymore because of all the construction. Now it's full of beavers and dams.

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Originally Posted by Andrew

I don't remember doing insane things too much.

I remember one time though. I live near a small creek connected directly in to Lake Ontario. Swans used to swim around there from time to time. Me and two of my friends decided to take a short cut through the creek. There was a path made out of brush and wood. It was pretty rough. We were going to cross when we saw a nearby swan. My friend Tom got really excited for some reason and walked over to the swan. He got really really close and was about to touch it when all of a sudden the thing snapped at him.

I thought swans were supposed to be peaceful. He almost took his hand off. He chased him for a bit up the bank before giving up too. We laughed and continued on our way.

No swans seem to come by anymore because of all the construction. Now it's full of beavers and dams.

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I almost got my ass kicked by a swan before, it ran up to this fence and started violently hissing so I threw pine cones at it and ran.