Crazy Childhood Moments

[Euryalus]

So this is an antics thread!

Tell us your crazy, fun, horrifying, or stupid childhood stories!

For me, when I was about 4, I set a refrigerator on fire... Accidentally. Which is hilarious to me in hindsight. It should probably be more embarrassing, but eh, I prefer to go with stupidly awesome XD

I was goofing off with the stove pretending to cook and I set a plastic grater or something on the heating pad (it was electric).

The thing caught on fire after awhile, and I was worried that I'd get in trouble, so to put it out I threw it into the freezer... Not a great idea XD

I figured the cold would put it out as well hide it.

I closed the door and when my mom went to get something out of it later the fire whooshed out (she didn't get hurt) and had already burned through a lot of the inside XD

 

[PrimitiveJudge]

When I was in kindergarten back in the mid 80's I brought a BB gun to school. It was fun for the first 5 minutes. Then it was fear when I was sitting in the office waiting for my dad it pick me up. It started off as a great day, but sadly it ended in pain and suffering.

When I was 7 my friends and I used to steal lighters and try to burn a house down. Concrete doesn't burn and someone ratted on us. Another day that ended in pain and suffering.

When I was 12, I tried to scare some kids with a machete, day ended with pain and suffering

When I was 16, I drank a 750ml bottle of southern comfort. day ended with pain and suffering and it bled through the following day with more pain and suffering.

I pretty much stopped doing stupid shit up to today.

 

[SilverLion]

Probably the time my Dad tried to teach me how to drive a tractor (when I was SEVEN)Turns out that you don't have to stomp on the accelarator like it's a particularly ugly cockroach and I went speeding away at 30 kilometres per hour until I smashed into a coconut tree and wrecked the tractor.
It may not sound as wacky as the others in this article, but consider this:
MY DAD WAS TRYING TO TEACH A 7 YEAR OLD HOW TO DRIVE HEAVY GROUNDWORKING EQUIPMENT!!!

 

[PBMcNair]

When I was 12, I tried to scare some kids with a machete, day ended with pain and suffering.

I have to know: did you actually succeed in scaring them ?


I suppose the best childhood story(craziness is debatable) of mine is the time I escaped the house and went to my grandmothers. It wasn't far to go, we were neighbours. I was around 4 or 5 years old, and I was playing on a rocking horse. I was a alone in the front room, and it would seem the mood to see my gradmother took me. Doors were locked, so I decided to use a window. Dragged my rocking horse over to the window, and used it to climb up onto the window sill. I'm amazed I managed to stand on the horse, it wasn't the steadiest thing to climb around on. The window was only held closed by a simple latch, so I flipped it open and I was free. So off to the grandmothers I went. Now her kitchen window looked out from a 90 degree angle to her front porch, so when people used that door, she could see who was there easily. The kitchen sink was just inside the window, and as I made my escape she was at the sink, doing some washing up. So I went to the front door, and knocked. She looked up, out the kitchen window, and doesn't see anyone at the door so she goes back to washing. This happens twice more, and the 4th time she goes out to the porch. The front door was a wood frame, with two panes of glass, one top, one bottom. She looks out at head height, sees noone and turns to leave. Seeing that she's leaving, I knock again. She nearly jumps out of her skin, I don't think I've ever manage to scare someone deliberatly as well as 4 year old me accidentally scared her. So parents are called, they get a story to tell and laugh about, and every window in the house is totally locked down before I go to bed that night.


Now, my dad did have one story he liked to tell. Happened to him when he was about 4 as well. At that time, my grandparents were farmers, and had a few chickens, a donkey, some fields to grow stuff and one rooster. My grandfather was out shoveling out the shed where they kept the donkey, and my dad was playing around nearby. Now whatever he did, my dad managed to piss off the rooster. Might not sound dangerous, but a rooster do a lot of damage to a child fairly easily. So dad turn to run, and falls. The rooster moves in to peck/claw/both him, and dad screams. My grandfather hears him and sprints over, still carrying the shovel. He's not close enough to grab the rooster, so he swings the shovel and smacks the rooster in the head. Knocked him half way across the garden, apparently.
I'm given to understand the rooster turned out to be delicious.

 

[Dirge Eterna]

Hmm the one off the top of my head is funny now but terrifying for my family. I was about 5 and I loved this restaurant that was next to my pediatricians office. One day my mom and sister took me to the Doctors for a check up with the promise that if I did well and didn't cry from the shots we would go to the restaurant. I think it was like a Sizzler or Ponderosa steakhouse kind of place. Well their doctors were also in the same office so they went to their appointments at the same general time. I was finished first and basically no one noticed I skipped out of there and left the building. I went across the large parking lot alone to the restaurant and decided I would start eating and they would know I was there. The restaurant is kinda like a cafeteria where you get a tray and get soup/salad and stuff then the waitress takes your actual order at the table. So I get my drink and stuff and sit down at the table and order a steak. Since I had been there before I can only assume they thought it was normal for a 5 year old to come in alone and start to grub. Meanwhile my family has come out of their appointments and were waiting for me. When I was no where to be found they freaked out and were searching for me. Someone had seen me crossing the parking lot but not thought it was odd enough to report to anyone until they saw my family freaking out,they told my family about it and they ran over to find me sitting in a booster seat munching happily away on food I had no way to pay for. Lets just say that I didn't have dessert with my lunch and I had a hard time sitting down on the ride home.

 

[soren7550]

Outside of rolling down the stairs because I thought it was fun (also because it made a nice sound), I didn't exactly do anything crazy during my childhood. I was a sad, miserable, lonely child.

Now, my brothers on the other hand, they did so much stupid, crazy shit that should have killed them off several times over. Such as:
- Trying out a homemade snowboard on the roof of the house.
- Throwing rocks at a hornet's nest.
- Locking someone in a garbage can.
- Reenacting Jackass stunts.
- Making up their own Jackass stunts.
- Beating the shit out of one another (I was frequently dragged into this).
- Making their own repelling gear and testing it out.
- Getting shitfaced while not even past middle school.

Things like that. You see, you try to find creative ways to kill yourself when your poor.

 

[Candidus]

Crazy moments from my childhood eh?

I broke my arm such that it looked like a roman bridge in the middle.

I broke my other arm such that the bone of my wrist protruded, drawing a vein over its end like a bowstring.

I once sped across two lanes of car traffic on a bike, the breaks of which had failed midway down a steep hill on the street
leading onto the main road. I was inches from dying or causing death in both lanes. Several drivers came back to check on and shout at me. I had to explain myself three or four times.

I once sped down a hill, on a road, with roller-blades on. When the speed became too much and I started to lose control, I decided to plow into the hedges on the opposite side, crossing the oncoming traffic as I did so. What I didn't know was that the hedge was thin, and there was a sheer drop ten feet onto another road behind it. Luckily, my speed was such that I overshot and landed straight in the hedges on the opposite side of `that` road.

I no longer allow wheels and hills into my life at the same time.

 

[Lieju]

I was always a very easy child who was happy to just have a book and sit in a corner, or research bugs I found under rocks.
Quite different from my father who was suspended once for setting fire to the school.

MY DAD WAS TRYING TO TEACH A 7 YEAR OLD HOW TO DRIVE HEAVY GROUNDWORKING EQUIPMENT!!!

My grandfather did that with me. Although, that happened on the field where you couldn't exactly hit anything.

I did some stupid shit, though. Like walking on way too thin ice, or almost getting stampeded by cows, now that I think about it.

 

[PrimitiveJudge]

When I was 12, I tried to scare some kids with a machete, day ended with pain and suffering.

I have to know: did you actually succeed in scaring them

Yeah, they ran to my parents. hence the pain and suffering.

 

[Foolery]

MY DAD WAS TRYING TO TEACH A 7 YEAR OLD HOW TO DRIVE HEAVY GROUNDWORKING EQUIPMENT!!!

Hah. Same here. Wasn't a tractor but a skidder. My dad was in the forest industry. One spring he was using it to clear a field for a friend and the engine caught fire. We had to throw snowballs to get it out. It was one of the old models.