Here in 'Sunny' Bournemouth we have cliffs that lead to the beach. My friends and I used to see how many jumps it would take to reach the bottom (think parkour, but with a 100 foot sheer drop) - what the hell were we thinking? How did nobody die?
shareIt's scary thinking about the dumb things we did as kids!
In a little town just outside of Yonkers there was a 'haunted castle' (it was a large stone house, crumbling and half covered in ivy and all the teens said it was haunted and full of riches)
Me and a buddy decided to get inside and get the goods
Long story short we scaled a wall and were on the roof chiseling open a dormer window when the very much alive owner came barreling out into the courtyard with a huge kitchen knife😳
A ghost would have been less scary!
I threw my screwdriver at him which he blocked with his knife (!!!) The guy was seriously pissed so we booked through the woods to my car and got the hell out of there
Completely stupid, I'm older and way wiser now🙄
Stoopid, but funny!
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So many dumb things. I liked to jump off of high objects for one. We had an old beat up VW Beetle that didn't even have all the seats, let alone seat belts, that we used to drive all over the fields at the acreage when we were maybe 12 years old. We could have totally flipped it.
Part of me is sad that my nieces and nephews don't seem to get the opportunity to do the stupid stuff that we used to do.
I've had similar stunts. I also feel bad for the current generation. Situational sterilization. No avenue for hijinx.
shareHard to say. What for a kid is just a harmless prank, for an older and lonely person it might feel like a serious invasion in their unfortunately lonely life.
If you live long enough, you might be fond of your rituals, your comforts, and it's not easy to give these up, even if the younger folks make fun of you.
We had an old lady across the street, Mrs O'Malley I think, and she would sit on her porch and watch us play in the street.
Stepping on her lawn seemed like a terrible intrusion, but I also think she might have enjoyed watching us young-uns playin'.
We had respect for her, while also being intimidated by her ancient-ness.
I'm not a conservative, but I do have old-school appreciation.
Sooo ... there are avenues for hijinx? ?
shareVee-Dub Beetles are hard to flip. Jus' sayin'
One of the most stable vehicles ever conceived.
STEALING...AS FAR BACK AS I CAN REMEMBER, I WAS A THIEF...GOT REALLY GOOD AT IT IN MY LTE TEENS/EARLY 20S...AT ONE TIME I HAD 120,000 IN CASH IN A BOX...THEN CAME MY DAUGHTER...I AM 100% STRAIGHT NOW....IM BORED OUT OF MY MIND...BUT I ALSO FEEL LIKE THE BEST VERSION OF ME THAT HAS BEEN...THUS FAR.
shareWhen I was 12 during recess we decided to play full contact hockey without equipment on. That's fine, a lot of us have done it. But we played it on a long, frozen patch of ice and used an orange street hockey ball. There are two types: ones that are soft and the others that are hard as a rock. Of course, the only one that was available was the hard one.
Once the games started, everyone was slipping on ice, everyone was body checking and every blocked shot hurt like a son of a bitch. Any one of us could have cracked our heads open.
Ouch!
shareHmm when we were 13 we played without equipment on the frozen lake all the time. Hit the ice many times. Next day elbows and knees were swollen with bruises. Wrapped them in ace bandages and tried again. It was just so fun. There was no "checking" because there were no walls and it wasn't considered cool. I mean if you check someone you're basically asking for an all out fight.
shareHaving no board is what made my decision to go ahead with it bad. One decent hit sent everyone flying in the air.
shareI will never get over the time when we were kids and me and a friend were playing pretend hockey with bats and a basketball.
We weren't supposed to "over-swing" but I made a swat and ... dammit, I lightly touched the front chicklets of my friend.
Didn't smash him in the face, just swung a little too far and hit his front teeth. He was leaning forward and I over swung.
Guess I'm a wussy but I always re-live that moment and feel bad.
It's not real hockey until you lose a few teeth.
shareHundreds of things.
One time we had the genius idea of "I cannot die" day. We drove to the beach and attempted death defying feats. Jumped from highest part of the pier to the sand, car surfed on the hood and fenders on the PCH, and some lesser trials of excitement such as body surfing enormous waves etc. Later that night we took turns trying to fling each other off the hood of the car by driving wildly around a parking lot like a standard action movie. We finished that part and were laughing/backslapping each other as we strolled into Round Table, completely unaware of the police officers who were shouting at us, hands on weapons.
Other than one sprained ankle, no one was hurt*. It truly was "I Cannot Die Day."
*One of my buddies had an abrasion on his face. When he jumped off the pier, his body collapsed beyond a mere sitting crouch and his face plunged down between his knees into the sand. He came up with sand packed firmly into his mouth, nostrils, and eye sockets. Tears of laughter accompanied his unique misfortune.
We all think we’re indestructible at that age.
shareChased my sister into a plate glass window and neither of us was hurt.
shareWe've all done something similar.
Jeez! The luck of the young and foolhardy
My kid sister had a weird habit of running through screen doors LOL
She did this like 3 times playing Tag growing up
She's 45 now and no longer does it😂
I'm sure I did this in my Forties, walking into a screen door I should have known was there.
Was there alcohol involved?
NO ! Of course not ! haha
Not to worry Amigo
I'm the idiot that turns on the blinker at the end of my own driveway every damn
day😁. Like I'm letting absolutely nobody know which way I'm turning!
Humor starts when we all realize we are all big dummies and we can just simply laugh or cry...fuck it my man, let's just have a good laugh!
My friends and I got into vandalism in our late high school years. It started after we got our drivers' licenses. Far easier to make a quick getaway if you've got wheels.
We didn't cause any expensive damage, but it was still bad enough. Sneak up to a house and write something pervy on the car window with shoe polish. That sort of thing. Of course, that's trespassing plus vandalism. Oh, and did you know that here in the USA, beating the shit out of your high school football coach's mailbox with a baseball bat is a federal offense, even if the coach is a fucking asshole? We didn't.
We were never caught. The local police were spread thin, so it was unlikely they'd stumble on to us in the act. It was long before the days of widespread surveillance cameras, so no problem there. And we were careful to be quick in what we did, and being locals we knew all the streets and back roads. But we were also lucky. And stooooopid.
"beating the shit out of your high school football coach's mailbox with a baseball bat is a federal offense"
This is about 35 years too late for me to know, lol.
Once in my early 30s I was driving as a passenger with some guy in rural Idaho, and he says, take that big rock I've left at your feet and smash the next Mailbox we come across.
I thought -- WTF? -- but tried to go along with it. Heaved the rock, missed, thank goodness.
Not sure who was stupider.
> Not sure who was stupider.
I'm assuming it was his vehicle -- I'd say he was. If the rock had hit the mailbox with an indirect impact, with that kind of momentum it could have bounced off it and smashed into the passenger's side of his car. Makes a nice big dent. I know this from experience. Like I said, my friends and I were stupid.