What happened to you as a child?

• What happened to you as a child? by Timmay on 17 Apr, 2008 09:43
• Rafter's topic on comebacks got me looking around that same site...
  
  
  Here is what happened to me as a child...
  
  As a child... You sang and danced around to Madonna songs in red and white shorts– all of which is now a home movie your parents use to blackmail you
  
  How did it mess you up? You got married to your second cousin
  
  
  LOL
• #1 by Rafter on 17 Apr, 2008 09:49
• I played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when I got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then I got my butt spanked.
  
  Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat. 
  
• #2 by Timmay on 17 Apr, 2008 09:56
• LOL...so did that really happen to you bro? 
  
  I remember two instances from when I was younger.  One time I was riding double on the back of my cousins bike.  He was peddling fast and my feet where bouncing back and forth from side to side...when he went to pedal on the right pedal..it came up and my foot wedged between the pedal and the frame of the bike.  He couldnt push down it as to put the break on....it had went up too far....so luckily this all happened right next to the firedepartment.  They had to cut the bike in half to get my foot out.  He was pissed for a long time because now he didnt have a bike.
  
  Another time...while riding our bikes...I wipped out on some gravel.  you know....the lil bits of gravel in your knees.  Hurts like hell...but anyways...my dad puts me on teh picnic table while cleaning it out and putting bandages on it. My aunt hollers out...hey why dont we all go get some icecream.  I got all excited cause we were actually going to an icecream shop.  I went to jump up off the table...and when i landed...my chin caught the clothes line and i basically bout bit my tongue off.  Well....i ended up getting just ice...lol...pissed me off!
• #3 by Rafter on 17 Apr, 2008 10:08
• I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front step, just before he fell off. Little did his mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. I didn't act up at Donny's house because if I did, I would have gotten my butt spanked there and again when I got home.
  
  It was a neighborhood run amuck. 
  
  
• #4 by baldken on 17 Apr, 2008 10:55
• When I was about 5, I was swinging on the old clothes line poles the kind that looks like an umbrella sticking up out of the ground.  Only problem was, it was leaning agaist the fence and not in the ground at the time.  My 1st trip to the emergency room.  10 stiches and a 1 scar.
• #5 by Timmay on 17 Apr, 2008 10:57
• How times have changed.....thats why I hate when I come home and there are kids playing in our yard.  Because all it would take is for one of them to get hurt and the words SUE come out of their parents mouth.  Its a money hungry world...
  
• #6 by PianoMan on 17 Apr, 2008 12:27
• My brother and I were always building forts in our hay mow in the barn.  It was on the upper level of the barn and we had the great idea of using binder twine, some plywood and a pully to help get supplies up there.  (yeah that's a great idea).  We had binder twine wrapped around the plywood and strung it through the pully and were pulling up a load of something.  I'm standing below, it pulling the twine and watching it go up.  All of a sudden the plywood slips out of the twine, falls and cuts my nose wide open. 
  
  My brothers first words...."Don't tell Dad" LOL
• #7 by jusbnme on 17 Apr, 2008 13:45
• Somehow...Don't ask me how, please.  I got my pinkie finger crushed in a lawn chair.  You know the kind that fold out into "threes."  They have those gear looking connections that click when you fold them up.  That's where my pinkie ended up.  I don't know why in the heck it happened but it did.  I somehow put my finger in there and somehow the chair folded.  I swear I can't remember it now but I think I was playing around poking my finger in and out of the grove and then I accidentally fell back on the top portion which made it pull the pinkie in like feeding paper into a paper shredder.  Awesome stuff. 
• #8 by JDog on 17 Apr, 2008 19:30
• You dont have enough time to listen to all shenanigans that I got into as a kid but building forts in the woods was a hobby of mine. My brother and I are only 9 months apart so we were very close growing up and always had a group of friends who we would get into trouble with.
  
  My fondest memory growing up is me and my brother and 3 other boy at age 16 thought it would be a good idea to raft down the local creek,swollen from 2 weeks of constant rain, in a rubber life raft at 1am pitch black, while drinking Mad Dog 20/20 wine.
  
  We arrived 5 miles downstream. Wet and cut up from branches but alive.
• #9 by skiking on 17 Apr, 2008 20:39
• Reading this has reminded me of many events of my childhood, and makes me wonder why I am still alive.
• #10 by nomad on 17 Apr, 2008 20:54
• Quote from: skiking on 17 Apr, 2008 20:39

  Reading this has reminded me of many events of my childhood, and makes me wonder why I am still alive.
  

  
  I was thinking the same thing here brother. Way to many dumba$$ things we did as kids.
• #11 by Phil Man on 17 Apr, 2008 22:14
• I found a very fragile cement pile that lead to the sewer near my house when I was four or so. SInce it was so wobbly I proceeded to jump on it repeatedly... (I sure did have a weird sense of logic back then).
  
  I fell halfway into the whole barely hanging by a thread with my little arms. I would have probably died had I let go. I then mustered all the strength I had, pulled myself up and completely covered in feces, went to the living room and casually  told my mom I needed to be cleaned up 
  
  I got cleaned hugged, and then severely spanked in a span of twenty minutes. A highly confusing chapter of my life.
• #12 by StumpyDave on 18 Apr, 2008 13:47
• This wasn't really when I was a kid - I was 19.
  I was in a hurry to get my gear sorted because I was heading off on my bike with my girlfriend camping.  I needed to lube the chain.
  Now there are a few ways to oil a motorcycle chain, and I chose the wrong one.  Bike on centre stand, start engine, select first gear and squirt oil.  This gets the oil on quick, but leaves too much on there and it kind of flings off all over the place.  Normally you'd select neutral, turn off and wipe off the excess.  Because I was rushing a bit I selected neutral and left the engine running.  I grabbed a rag and started wiping off oil, turning the wheel by hand.  I slipped and stuck out my hand so as not to fall - straight onto the gear lever.
  I guess I was lucky as I only lost 1 finger - well it wasn't really lost , I knew exactly where to find it!  I've been stumpy ever since.
  I learned a lot about health and safety that morning and I never did get to go camping with that girl.