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Oh jolene!! You just had my husband and me cracking up!!

Isn't funny how when you're a kid you have the ability to take a shit on cue!!

Every inch of your story was hilarious!!

These stories are PRICELESS!

What a group we are!

I am laughing like a hyena ... all alone in my house on a Saturday night!

Oh, dear LORD, jolene! I can't even imagine what the Preacher was thinking?

bottle rocket tag.... hilarious.

What was it about bikes, wagons, and jump ropes that made us think we should/could make a train? There were many a mishap with wheels and hills.

And we also tried "sledding" down our indoor staircase. Unfortunately, the staircase had a landing. And a wall.

I also remember one brother pushing the youngest brother on a bike up an embankment next to the concrete driveway. It was a steep embankment, and he gave up. And let go. That resulted in stitches.

We also put a board across a swing to create a see-saw. The swing was at the bottom of a slight hill that we'd frequently run down, hit the swing, and run right on through. I "forgot" ? went running down the hill, and broke a tooth on the see-saw board.

I remember a lot more bleeding in childhood than I see nowadays...

I am crying I am laughing so hard, so are both of my DD's!

My sister was a tom boy and was the neighborhood MARBLE champion. She had everyone else's marbles! She'd win them in a shooting match. She was 9. We were at church, sitting near the back. Our large church had beautiful wood flooring. Sis was 'counting her marbles' as she did daily (to make sure I hadn't taken any) and she dropped the marble bag and the marbles rolled down the wood floors towards the podium FOREVER, hitting the altar when they reached the front. Everything stopped until the marble quit rolling. My sister laid down on the pew, embarrassed and left me sitting upright, everyone looking at ME.

I was 6 and in the first grade. I had a stomach ache and was sent to the office. Those ladies sat me outside of the office and left me there. After about 30 minutes, I decided I was going home. I walked out the front door.

It was a 3 mile walk back home and was about 1/4 mile away from the house when a cop pulled up. He asked me where I was headed. I said "home.". He told me to get in and took me home. My mom was shocked when I knocked on the door with the cop. She took me back to school. They hadn't missed me.

Why this is even more scary than just a 6 year old walking home: this was less than a month from when Adam Walsh was abducted from a Florida mall, less than 15 minutes from where I lived. If you don't know who that kid is, look him up. His dad is the founder and host of Americas Most Wanted.

One of my moms friends had seen me walking and when she couldn't get ahold of her, she called the cops. She didn't get me herself because she didn't think I knew her and didn't want to scare me. So she followed me until the cop showed up.

[This message edited by Kiki212 at 6:15 PM, February 5th (Sunday)]

Oh! Someone made me remember another dumb thing...

Seven of my girl friends and I went camping in high school. At night, we drove down to the lake to go skinny dipping in the moonlight - and of course being teenagers wore practically nothing for the drive down, because we weren't planning to swim in it anyway.

On the way back, in the middle of the night, we drove past a group of guys (about our age) walking from the lake toward the campground, where we were driving. We already had eight of us in a minivan and not much more than a few towels between us all, but darned if we didn't stop the van, invite them in, and drink beer with them around the campfire that night.

In retrospect, it's probably only the fact that were eight of us and only five of them that prevented any of us from getting dragged into the woods and raped that night.

I had terrible health as a kid, so I got into very little trouble.

Probably the stupidest was when we (the kids on my street) thought it would be neat to whack a shotgun shell that someone had found with a hammer so that we could see "fireworks." Thankfully, a neighbor noticed, came over, took away the shell, yelled at us that it we were being dangerous, and threatened to tell all our parents. We never tried that one again.

My parents would've had a heart attack if they had known!

[This message edited by Crossbow at 12:03 PM, February 6th (Monday)]

Why do kids do anything ??? To see what will happen...

I decided to "do a danger" Thats what we called doing something thrilling, scary or exciting back in the day. So I took a quart jar and filled it with gasoline from the lawnmower gas can.I then proceeded to sit down on our back porch steps and throw matches into it to try and catch it on fire and see the big swooooosh of flames. All it did was keep putting the matches out so I figured there was too much gas in it. I kept pouring gas out until it finally caught on fire with a simple little woosh. How disappointed (and lucky) was I :(

One other time I was hitting baseballs in my back yard. We had a huge back yard at the time or maybe it was just that I was 9 or 10 so it seemed huge to me.I had decided I was surely the next big league baseball star with the powerful display of hitting I'd just put on. Only trouble was I had hit all the baseballs that I had so I started looking around and I saw my basketball on the ground a few feet away. I decided I'd see how far I could hit it. Surely a ball that bounced would go quite a ways. So I chucked it in the air and took a mighty swing only to my complete surprise the bat came back at me with every bit as much speed as I'd swung with.With surprising force it made contact with my head. I had nearly knocked myself out and only remember laying on the ground, looking around through watery eyes, seeing stars and wondering WTH had just happened ???

BTW Sad.......my sister has a 50 yr old scar on her ankle from the exact same thing....twinners

Remember that game, Don't Spill the Beans?

My sis and I had the bright idea to shove beans up our noses. We had to go to the peditrician to have them removed. Mom was NOT happy!

Growing up I lived in a neighborhood packed w/tons of kids ages 4-12. Since our street was very busy, we would find ways to disrupt the traffic w/o anyone getting killed. Bored kids can be very stupid.

One day there were about 10 of us bored kids hanging out. So we decided to to a "rope trick". We split ourselves up where we had about an even amount of kids on each side of the street. Then we would lean back as if we were playing tug of war with a rope- but there was no real rope, it was imaginary. So when we saw a car, we acted like we were pulling this great big rope stretching and blocking the street-even leaning back, grunting and squinting hard like it was work. Cars would screech to a stop, driver would get out of the car and chase our ass. We all knew how to disappear and would hide at our meet-up point until the next car would come.

One night we were on a roll until we did it to a cop car. We ran to the next neighborhood over, but the policeman got to our parents. Well, that was the very last time the rope trick was done in our neighborhood.

Only 2 out of the ten were ever injured: me and my sister were both hit by cars at different times playing kick the can.

When I was 15, I had my learner's permit and we lived out in the country, where we would walk the half-mile to a small convenience store in the summers and buy candy and sodas. One day, my mom was teaching summer school and had carpooled with another teacher and my dad was out of the house for the day.

My 14 year old sister spent the entire morning pestering me to take Mom's car and drive her to the store because it was too hot and she didn't want to walk. Finally around noon, I agreed just to get her to stop whining and got the keys from the hook.

We didn't get more than 500 feet before we saw my dad's car coming down the two-lane country road toward us. I panicked and somewhere in my adolescent brain I decided to turn into a driveway like I was a perfect stranger driving home. Unfortunately, I was a less than experienced driver and ended up just swerving and driving into the ditch.

My sister and I looked at each other and immediately DUCKED, like he would just conclude that nobody was driving the car and he would just shrug and keep driving, or something? We were ducked down, saying "Did he see us? Look and see!" "No, you look!" By that point he was standing at the window. I was not allowed to get my license until I turned 17, and I had three after-school jobs and 3 extracurriculars that I was on my own to figure out.

A few years ago, we brought that up at Christmas and my dad said "I thought it was JoAnne (my mom) driving and then she just drove the car into the ditch, WTF?"

One other time I was hitting baseballs in my back yard. We had a huge back yard at the time or maybe it was just that I was 9 or 10 so it seemed huge to me.I had decided I was surely the next big league baseball star with the powerful display of hitting I'd just put on. Only trouble was I had hit all the baseballs that I had so I started looking around and I saw my basketball on the ground a few feet away. I decided I'd see how far I could hit it. Surely a ball that bounced would go quite a ways. So I chucked it in the air and took a mighty swing only to my complete surprise the bat came back at me with every bit as much speed as I'd swung with.With surprising force it made contact with my head. I had nearly knocked myself out and only remember laying on the ground, looking around through watery eyes, seeing stars and wondering WTH had just happened ???

Kids (and dads) are still trying this one. I got an emergency call at work a couple of years ago that my H was taking our 10 yo ds to the ER and to meet him there. H had to go to work...I am an RN and my kid seemed to be okay other than this massive goose egg in the middle of his forehead. So I had to take the kid back and explain to the (female) doctor how my child had hit himself in the head with a baseball bat. Playing a new sport they invented. Called Baseballbasketball.

She looked rather quizzically and I said, "There were no women involved in the development of this activity." She smiled and said, "Yeah. I figured."

My brothers inventing the game "Bottle Rocket Tag", in which the girls jumped on the trampoline, avoiding bottle rockets being fired by our brothers.

3. Blowing up the go-kart motor by piling on it and letting my 4 year old sister drive it under a parked dump truck. Ouch.

Well, it is a good thing you weren't in our neighborhood because between the bunch of us I doubt we would have lived to adulthood.

When we first learned to drive, the guys we hung out with would have bottle rocket wars from car to car, out the window, trying to get it into the other person's car.....

We also had bottle rocket fights in the woods, shooting them at each other (like paint ball, only with bottle rockets....)

We loved animals, so at any one time you could find all kinds of neat things living in our house, if mom knew, she probably would have had a heart attack because mom wasn't crazy about reptiles. We had lizards in the pool table, snakes in the garbage cans in the garage, turtles in the window wells, and I don't know how many bugs we made into pets.....(including bees, which my dad was very allergic to....)

I fed the mice that my dad laid traps for (after I sprung the traps so they wouldn't get caught).

One time when the parents weren't home my brother caught the carpet downstairs on fire playing with matches....we all had to run down there with water and towels (to swat at it).

We had a laundry chute at our new house (when my brother was 7 and I was 11), and everything went down there, including our poor kitty! (he wasn't hurt!)

She looked rather quizzically and I said, "There were no women involved in the development of this activity." She smiled and said, "Yeah. I figured."

So true and yet I still feel the urge to lol..

When I was 7 or 8 my mom got me a pair of awesome "toy" rifles. They shot pea size silver pellets. They weren't real powerful but they got the job done as I soon discovered over at my best friends house. Over the course of an hour or so we'd managed to clear their entire Christmas tree of all it's ornaments, including the angel at the top. I think she was worth 50 points.

I wondered why I never got a whoopin for that ? Maybe it was my mom who started that ridiculous idea that the gun dealer is the one responsible, not the shooter