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I was about 6 I think and fascinated by a kaleidoscope, I put my finger in the little hole that you look into and couldn;t get it back out

Okay, that one isn't so bad, I was a little kid and curious.

But this one

White tights (pantyhose) were all the hot fashion item. However, none of the shops in out little town had them and my friends and I were going to a school dance (the first one so we were barely in our teens). We had successfully bleached our levis not long before so one of us had the bright idea to buy reualr tan tights and bleach them. Bleach + boiling water = melted tights.

Still later and older but defintely not wiser, during my David Bowie is God phase, my frieds and I decided it would be a great idea to paint the Aladdin Sane flas on our faces, with food dye, we also used it in our hair. then went into the city, and it rained.

From cool to clown in a very short time.

A neighbour girl and I were maybe 4 or 5 years old at the time. We were playing outside and decided to use the hose to water the concrete outside stairs that led to a basement entrance. I don't even remember why we did it, but it seemed like a good idea.

A few minutes later I decided to run into the house and of course slipped on the wet stairs and fell all the way down.

Luckily wasn't seriously hurt but I do remember some bruises.

Another time I was in the car with my mother and we stopped at my Aunt's house. My mom instructed me to stay put as she ran something to the front door. They chatted on the porch for a minute and I tried to get the door open to go see them. It was too heavy for me so I gave up.

Cue 15 minutes later as we're driving home. We slowly take a corner on some dirt road and as I lean into the door... I FALL OUT OF THE CAR.

Yep. Lying on the dirt road. My mother almost had a heart attack

Seatbelts? Guess not. And why was I sitting in the front of the car?

I hugged all of my stuffed animals and said bye to my sister and laid down on my bed to die quietly from Red dye #2. I just kept waiting for it to happen. I remember losing consciousness and thinking...this death thing is not so bad....I woke up a while later and was so surprised and happy to be alive.

I did this exact same thing when I ate a crayon. I clearly remember thinking, "Crayons probably taste bad" and then eating it anyway. Then I picked up another crayon to eat it and the paper cover had been peeled down and I could read the word "toxic" on it. I asked my Mom what "toxic" meant and she said poisonous, so I knew I ate poison and I was going to die. I hugged her, hugged my cat, arranged all my toys around me on my bedroom floor and wept and kept saying, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry Mom!" Eventually she got out of me that I'd eaten a crayon. I can't remember what happened after that, but I did not die, btw.

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One of my favorite things to do was get an empty mayonnaise jar from my mom, go out and catch as many bees as possible, shake it up, open the lid and run.

I also roller skated down the steepest hill in our neighborhood, as fast as I could go, but one time there was a car coming on the street at the bottom, so I had to stop really quickly and I broke both bones in my left wrist. I walked home and calmly told my mom "I think I broke my wrist". Mom said my left arm was literally hanging longer than my right one...

We made our own chemical concoctions out of household cleaners. I am thinking we probably never actually mixed ammonia and bleach because I am still breathing.

I had a little purple bike, and I used to jump the creek on it and stand on the seat going downhill....

Oh, and I had "blood" sisters. They were blood sisters because we would find broken glass in the street, cut our hand to make it bleed, then mix our blood. So we were blood sisters. This was before AIDS....

Oh, and one Halloween we greased my brother's hair with vaseline to make him look like a guy from the 70's....vaseline doesn't come out very well....He still looked like a "greaser" for weeks.....

You remember those metal ice trays with the lever you pull up to break the ice apart? Yeah, I stuck my tongue to one of those on a dare. Luckily I only ripped half my tasted buds off before I realised I could get it unstuck by running water over my tongue. I was five and me and my nephew (I'm the youngest of six and was an oops baby, grew up with my nephews)were home alone..

When I was about 7 I got a cool new pair of maroon cords and a white turtle neck AND got to go to the skating rink that night. I was so good at roller skating .. Well I thought I was so hot I could skate with my hands in my pockets. As I was circiling around the bend my skates got caught on one another and at the same exact moment my hands got stuck inside my pockets and I couldn't get them out. I went down hard right on my elbow, which of course had a wart on it (first and only time I've ever had a wart).

Guess what? That little puppy exploded and my entire right sleeve was drenched in blood. After flopping around on the floor I managed to get to the bathroom where I hid out in the stall until 10pm when my mom picked me up.

This happened within the first half hour of me getting there.

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OMG, these are all great!

When I was about five I decided it'd be fun to kiss a propane tank in the WINTER. Yes, my lips got stuck and I had no choice but to rip them to get off the tank.

I went inside with my face bloody and my coat covered in blood. It caught my mom off guard to say the least. lol

Shortly after my big brother got a 2wheel bike, we tied my big wheel (you know, those plastic tricycles from the 80s?) to the back of it and I looped my legs over the handlebars - and then he pulled me up the hill. Except I fell backwards and couldn't unhinge my legs, so he dragged me up the hill. I still have scars the size of quarters over two of my lowest vertebrae.

While on a family vacation with my cousins, we decided it would be funny to play tricks on our aunt and uncle (who had no kids at the time). The adults were all in another cabin playing cards, and we were unsupervised. We plugged all the drains, turned on the water full blast, and left. About half an hour later we went to where the adults were and told them. I've never seen my grandma run so fast.

On that same trip, they started locking us out of the empty cabins (wonder why ) so my cousins sent me (the baby) to ask Grandpa for his pocketknife so we could pick the lock. Why he gave a big ol' swiss army knife to a four year old, I will never understand, but I managed to cut my thumb just about down to the bone with it.

This is pretty tame, but in middle school my friend and I were watching her brother play video games and we ate about 10 boxes of Marshmallow Peeps (over a hundred peeps). Her mom came home and just about passed out when she saw we'd eaten them all. I'm pretty sure she made me swear not to tell my parents.

I was helping my mom untangle christmas lights one year, and test them. I had a strand where the little fuse cover was missing so I decided to cover it with my thumb while I plugged in the lights. I remember thinking as I was stuck to the socket "so this is how I will die"

I want to this big pond where they had lots of toys. They also had diving platforms, one 5 ft high, one 10, a 20 and a 30. Well, I wanted to go on it and the guys were trying to scare me, telling me that sometimes when people jumped off the high one, their feet would get stuck in the muck and they would die. Well, I still really wanted to jump off the thirty foot one, so, I went up, and thought " I'll just keep my knees bent." so I did, and when I hit the water I felt the worst pain I ever had, I seriously thought I broke my kneecap. So, I still have to swim all the way to the surface, without using my leg. Then, the only way out was to climb a ladder straight up. Mind you, this was about 15 min. After we got there and I wasn't going to let a little thing like this ruin my day. So I sat out for about half an hr, tried to walk again and I could, so I limped around for 4 more hours. When my parents finally picked me up we went straight to the er.

My dad was building a shed, and his only help was me, and my sisters. I was the oldest at 13. I was supposed to be driving the truck back and forth on our property to move wood and tin and such. Then I'd help hold things while dad put in nails or screws. My dad is horrible to work with on this kind of thing, if anything goes wrong he yells and cusses and throws things etc. so, we've been building this for 2 days, and my dad has basically been a jerk for two days, so, I'm mad too now. We think we're about done, and dad steps back to look and the damn thing is crooked, so he starts yelling at me for not telling him and he just kept going, getting in my face, screaming, after I've been out in the heat right there with him trying to help. So...I walk away, he's still screaming. I climb in the truck and start it up. While he yells I yell "MOVE!!!!!" and I hit the gas, slammed his truck as fast as I could get it into the front corner of this "shed". Knocked it into place so it was straight. Backed up, turned off the truck, got out, threw the keys to dad and yelled "you're welcome!!!!"....I was so grounded after that.

This is only one of many stupid things I did as a kid. When I was about 12 I spray painted "Rainfan wuz here" across two lanes of road in my neighborhood. This didn't go over well with my mom, so I was given a can of gasoline and a scrubbrush to scrub it clean. I realized this was way to tedious of a job so I poured gas all over the street and lit it on fire. Bad bad idea!

My brother did the Evel Knievel thing on my little bike-when the bike left the ground the front wheel fell off-the look on his face is still in my mind-he's been gone 32 yrs. The forks dug into the ground on landing & he flew off.

Makes me wonder how we all survived.

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Here is my epic tale (well epic for me and the story is told today in the family)…..

I was 14 at the time and going through my rebellious phase. I hung out with a group of friends almost everyday during that summer. There had to be like 8-12 of us together for this event. Anyway, we sitting at the local park hanging out at the pavilion as always (smoking and being snarky teens) when one of the friends rode up and said “hey I found an abandoned house”…..well the whole group of us got on our bikes and rode to it. Well we spotted the local “traffic patrol” next door to the property and we decided to proceed as that in our logic traffic patrol were not real cops and we couldn’t get in trouble since this isn’t traffic related…..This really must have been a sight to see because of the narrow sidewalk, we had to ride one behind the other. So this cop sitting in his car and is watching 8-12 kids passing one after the other right in front of him and turning into the drive(the house was set back a bit)of the abandoned house…

Turns out traffic patrol were real cops. They took down our names and home phone numbers and told us to go home right now because they will start making the calls to our parents and I remember them saying that if we had any brains left in our heads that as soon as we got home we should tell our parents what happened before they called because it is always better to be told from the kids than the cops….

Guess who was the only one that went right home, told her parents, proceeded to get grounded….yep me.

Guess who never called the house….yep the cops.

When I was about 10 we were in Atlanta and the neighbors had a trampoline and a pool. Should I continue??????? Ok. So we set the trampoline at the edge of the pool, climbed on the roof and jumped hoping to land in the pool. I landed in the pool, my brother did not and off to the hospital we went. He had a broken elbow.

Other than that all I really did was ruin all my sisters dolls. None of them ever had hair, some didn't even have heads. She would come into the room and I would set up all her deranged looking dolls in a row. She would cry and cry and i would laugh and laugh. I was so cruel back then.

Oh yea one more.

We lived in the country (back then - it is all developments now). My fathers family did all the farming. My brother and I and our cousins decided to make a fort back in the field behind us. It took days - we dug a 8 foot deep hole about 10 feet in diameter. Built a ladder to get up and down. Put some old chairs in it - it was great and we were so proud. A few nights later there was a knock on the door and it was my Uncle (who does the farming in that field). He asked my Dad to take a walk and when Dad returned his face was . He just looked at us all and told us to go to our rooms. He had to cool down. See what my Uncle showed him was the Combine stuck in the hole. We got in a lot of trouble for that one. We had to work on the farm - for free - for a month. UGH! Learned our lesson though.

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When I was 10 I got into a fight with my parents because they asked me to clean my room

I got really mad at them and told them I was leaving FOREVER! So I stormed downstairs, out the back door and hopped on my bike.

I remember peddling as fast as I could and getting madder and madder as I sped down our street I ended up kicking the front tire of my bike but my foot got caught in the spoke and brought my bike to a fast stop...I flew over the handle bars and cracked my arm on the crub.

I ended up having to walk my bike back to my parents house...crying and holding my arm. This...after I just got done telling them I hated them. OMG.

Of course they scooped me up and took me to the emergency room right away. I felt so awful for being such a bad girl!!

I ended up with an arm broken in two places

First one... I was about 6 and we lived in an apartment on the second floor and there were all these stone and gravel steps that went up there and I was dead tired of lugging all my play equipement down them one at a time so I got the bright idea to take them all in one trip!

Sounded good at the time but going down stairs wearing rollerskates, a hula hoop, carrying a jumprope and a plastic blow up ball was NOT a bright idea.

All I remember is looking up from the bottom of the stairs and seeing my hula hoop sticking straight up in the air and my feet in rollerskates up a couple of stairs.

Yep, that was a good trip to the ER.

Second one was when I was about 11, almost 12. We had moved to the country and I was driving a little bit by then (out on the ranches all the kids drive out to feed the livestock at an early age) but my parents were nervous about it so I decided that I would practice while they were gone to the store.

So I jumped in our old Chevy and started her up and proceeded to drive all over hell and gone for about an hour. When I got home I carefully parked the car in the same place and got out and smelled the strangest thing.

Ended up being burning rubber because the freaking emergency brake was on the entire time and I didn't know about those yet.

On the subject of bees: I was probably 6 when I decided I wanted to “make” a beehive. I had an old lizard cage made out of mesh attached to a wooden frame with a wooden door that slid open. I thought it was perfect for a hive! I began catching bees and diligently put them in the cage. Soon it was a raging mass of angry, buzzing bees! After a short period of careful observation I could see that they were not cooperating and settling down and being good little bees. Neither combs nor honey were forthcoming. I abandoned the Great Bee Experiment and unceremoniously set them free.

This isn't one that I did, it was my friend's brothers.

Her parents had gone out and left us, about 5 of us, at the house along with her younger brothers. We were young teens at the time

We were given instructions not to let the cat out because it was in heat.

My friends and I had been playing a game or wathing a movie and her brothes were being very quiet.

They were in the garage, with the cat and several neighbourhood cats that they had let in because kitty was lonely

The younger me....doing flips on the sofa, mom told me I was going to get hurt, didn't listen then bit my tongue almost in half. Luckily I didn't need stitches.

Growing up a little....wore my mom's white keds without her permission. Got them dirty so I soaked them in clorox. When my mom got home all that was left was the soles and shoelace tips!!!

The more mature me. Boring Thanksgiving night, my friend and I decided to do the purse trick (leave a purse by the road under a street light and someone stops to grab the purse think there is money, but instead find a STUPID note). Unfortunately we did this in front of a detective's house. Now this purse was attached to a large roll of cable. We were sitting in the car laughing and I looked in my rearview mirror to discover that 2 men were running towards the car with the purse. I started driving and the large roll of cable was bouncing around, so we tossed it out (not wanting to start dragging the men) and drove off. A little while later a police pulled us over. At least my policeman was nice, my friend got chewed out.

The good ole days!!!

LAWD Stronger, you couldn't be a kid in the 70's without a ramp!

I thought it would be a great idea to:

1. Try to referee a fight between two standard sized dachshunds (I have a scar underneath my eye to prove it.)

2. Jumped out of my brother's treehouse, barefoot mind you, onto a rotted tree stump. Got a nice hole in my foot that still gives way inside every once in a while.

3. While still in the days of leave your kids in the car while you went shopping, I exclaimed loudly to my cousin "Look at that fat lady!" Said lady proceeded to walk into the garden place our moms were at and read them the riot act. I believe she may have cursed me as well.

I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

I'm not telling, but most of them involved gunpowder