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Funny things you did when you were a kid?? (pg. 5)
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| Beach420 |
my sister and i were the craziest kids ever! oh my god we used to have so much fun. One thing that stands out is we used to put on rain/slush pants, do the the top of the stairs then sit on our bums and go flying down the stairs! oh my god it was soo much fun, except the closet door at the bottom was crashed into a couple times..but that adds the to excitement. We also found it amusing to take everyting out of my room and throw it down the stairs...right now i dont really see how that could be fun..but at the time it seemed like a great idea! haha oh man i love my sister we were best friends as kids and still today:) hopefully one day ill be able to convince her to come out and party to meet all u guys!
-sarah |
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| zoogla |
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| Irishaddict |
1. Played with pumpkin guts (while my fly was down).
2. Showed off my "GIANT" baby cousin Matthew (who shortly after fell on the floor :o)
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| Musik_Fiend |
I used to climb things ver since i was little id be four years old and climb onto the counter to get the cookies on the top of the fridge.
I was a pro environment type kid , what can i say magic school bus and captain planet had an effect when I was 8 I went to texas and saw a very large older man texan man with hat and all throw his coffee cup on the ground went up to him and told him "the earth is not your garbage, pick it up" he looked at me like i was crazy then my uncle took me away he did pick it up :D |
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| Theresa |
When I was 3 or so I apparently ripped the knob off the TV (the only thing to change it) and threw it out the 5th story window.
My mom never found it, and she had to use pliers in order to change the channel. BAHAHAHA!!!
Around the same time, we had two birds. One flew out the window because my mom let it out of the cage and it escaped, and the other one.... I killed :(
I SWEAR I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!! I was about 3, and the night prior my mother had friends over who were holding the bird. I wanted to hold it too but they told me "you can't hold it because the birdies claws are too sharp and will hurt you". So the next morning, I woke up bright and early, went into the kitchen, stepped on the chair, and proceeded to pull out every single dish rag and wrap it around my hand.
Once that job was done, I reached into the cage, and the poor fat bird sees my huge wrapped cloth hand coming for it, has a heart attack and falls to the bottom of the cage. I freak out, and don't ask me how I knew I killed it, but I ran to my moms room, woke her up and said "mommy! mommy! I killed the bird!!!" She looks at me and says "no no hunny, you didn't kill the bird". I suppose she couldn't fathom how a three year old managed to kill a bird, so she kept saying "you didn't kill it", which I argued and said "yes I did mommy".
So she goes into the kitchen, and there's the bird on the bottom of the cage, dead as a doornail, and she looks at it and goes "wow, you did kill the bird". I bawled and bawled, and she tried to comfort me. I didn't get punished since I was already so upset from killing it in the first place. |
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| Theresa |
When I was really little (too little for me to remember), my mother put me in my crib to go for either a nap or to bed. Well, I hated sleeping so I would scream and cry and fight to stay up. Anyway, one time, when I was too little to even speak, I managed to jump out of my crib (I apparently piled my blanket/toys etc. into the corner, got on top of it, and hurled myself to the floor.)
Well my mom hears a thud, and screaming from me so she comes running in and sees me on the floor. She couldn't believe I managed to JUMP out of my crib. So I cried and cried, and she put me back in the crib assuming I was just upset from falling.
So she takes me to Daycare, and I am moody but nothing seems serious. One of the daycare workers goes to lift me by putting her hands under my armpits, and I flip! I just start screaming and crying and they're like "Woah WTF is wrong with this kid?" So they call my mom at work and they say "your kid is flipping out and she wont stop... we think something's wrong". So my mom takes me to the doctor and lo and behold, I have a broken collar bone.
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| Theresa |
I was in gymnastics from Kindergarden to grade three. Anyway, my strength was in bars, and so in Grade three, I was doing my routine at school on the playground bars. One of the rules about doing gymnastics is not to talk while performing, for many reasons; it distracts you from what you're doing, and it can pose an injury. Well being the little social butterfly I am, I was blabbing away to a friend nearby as I flipped around on the bar, when suddenly my two front teeth went straight into my tounge.
I come up and land on my feet, throw my hand to my mouth where blood is literally gushing, and begin to cry. A teacher on the playground sees me, runs over and starts to panic - "WHAT HAPPENED?!? OMG YOU'RE BLEEDING PROFUSELY!!" She rushes me to the principals office where they call 911. The operator tells them there is nothing they can do for my tounge, and that they should call my mother and send me home.
Man did that ever suck hard core! |
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| Playa24_7 |
| ^^^ hahahaha holy crap theresa! mad storys! |
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| Playa24_7 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Beach420
my sister and i were the craziest kids ever! oh my god we used to have so much fun. One thing that stands out is we used to put on rain/slush pants, do the the top of the stairs then sit on our bums and go flying down the stairs! oh my god it was soo much fun, except the closet door at the bottom was crashed into a couple times..but that adds the to excitement. We also found it amusing to take everyting out of my room and throw it down the stairs...right now i dont really see how that could be fun..but at the time it seemed like a great idea! haha oh man i love my sister we were best friends as kids and still today:) hopefully one day ill be able to convince her to come out and party to meet all u guys!
-sarah |
yes thats awesome! I used to go down the stairs in boxes, and put all the pillows and blankets i could find at the bottom :cool:
i had those slippers with the fake leather bottoms, kinda slippery. so i was walking up the stairs, and just at the last step before the top i friggin slipped, and fell all the way down the stairs, smacked my head off the hardwood floor and started bawling lol |
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| Jem_hadar |
| quote: | Originally posted by Beach420
my sister and i were the craziest kids ever! oh my god we used to have so much fun. One thing that stands out is we used to put on rain/slush pants, do the the top of the stairs then sit on our bums and go flying down the stairs! oh my god it was soo much fun, except the closet door at the bottom was crashed into a couple times..but that adds the to excitement. We also found it amusing to take everything out of my room and throw it down the stairs...right now i dont really see how that could be fun..but at the time it seemed like a great idea! |
omg, this reminds me of when i was prolly 9 or 10 or something. my best buddy stephen is over one wkend afternoon and we're like 'what do u wanna do now' kinda thing... so we decide, HEY! lets jump off the stairs. we'll see how can jump off the highest stair. so we proceed to take turns jumping off them, one higher each time.
but as they go higher, of course they go further back, so you need to jump further out to be able to land on the floor (and not on a step)!
well, its finally my turn again, we're halfway up my ing stairs now, and I kinda brace myself, get ready to jump and just fling myself off the stairs. UNFORTUNATELY, it was too far a jump... i do *just quite* make it, but i didnt land flat footed or on the balls of my feet as one is supposed too. i END UP landing on the balls of my HEELS!
HOLY MOTHER FUCING AND JESUS CHRIST! Ive rarely experienced more pain that that (my wisdom teeth do come to mind though)... i was in UTTER ABSOLUTE pain beyond words. i was crying all over the place, UNABLE to stop moving around on knees... and EVERY motion would evoke MORE PAIN... since even touching my knees to the ground as i moved would cause slight vibrations in my legs, which would filter over my to heels. IT WAS UNBELIEVABLE pain.
i was destroyed and unable to walk for days. I completely bruised the bottom my heels. ENTIRELY BLACk/PURPLE. was taken immediately by my mom to the ER.. turns out I actually CRACKED my heels doing that dumb !!! :whip: :whip: :whip:
Man, i got in some much trouble for being an idiot. I think we were thinking like we were superheros or something.
To this day I cannot stand on my heels for long periods of time (like when i worked at mcdicks... after 4 hours, i have intense aching and pain emanating from them... and its damn near impossible to go about your job in a positive mood when you're so concious of how badly your heels/feet are hurting all the time. it just makes u beg the universe to have ur shift simply be over!!!).
Even when clubbing, its never my legs or front part of my feet that get sore, its always only my heels. Last sunday at the Zone was HORRIBLE... all i can do is grin and bear it too. ive gotten used to always just experiencing that pain though. its not such a remarkable thing now. i know its gonna come, just gotta (and have) gotten used to always having it present after hours of dancing.
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-Jem-
| quote: | haha oh man i love my sister we were best friends as kids and still today:) hopefully one day ill be able to convince her to come out and party to meet all u guys!
-sarah |
OH I KONW... i keep working on Laura... shes such a gem! we love her very much!! these two are HILARIOUS together. *heart* |
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| Supaphlie |
being a kid...
i had everything... transformers, gobots, G.I.joes. toy cars/ planes etc...
then i discovered Cherry bombs (not the little M80's).. and didn't have the toys for much longer.
One night being a smart ass, i decided to terrorize the neigbourhood... putting the CB's into mailboxes, down sewer drains etc... then decided to start tossing them in the air, after a while i placed a CB in my hand, lit the fuse & tossed it.... nothing.. i walked over to it and the the fuse was out... as soon as i picked it up the fuse re-ignited and before i could even react....
BOOOOOM!!!
I couldn't feel my hand!!!... i shoved my hand into my pocket and frantically started looking around the street for fingers... I didnt want to look at the hand that just had just held the CB. after a while i started to get a "buzzzing" feeling in my hand. i had a look and i still had all 4 fingers and 1 thumb.
my hand was black & blue for weeks.
Carma??? |
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| Supaphlie |
being a kid...
i had everything... transformers, gobots, G.I.joes. toy cars/ planes etc...
then i discovered Cherry bombs (not the little M80's).. and didn't have the toys for much longer.
One night being a smart ass, i decided to terrorize the neigbourhood... putting the CB's into mailboxes, down sewer drains etc... then decided to start tossing them in the air, after a while i placed a CB in my hand, lit the fuse & tossed it.... nothing.. i walked over to it and the the fuse was out... as soon as i picked it up the fuse re-ignited and before i could even react....
BOOOOOM!!!
I couldn't feel my hand!!!... i shoved my hand into my pocket and frantically started looking around the street for fingers... I didnt want to look at the hand that just had just held the CB. after a while i started to get a "buzzzing" feeling in my hand. i had a look and i still had all 4 fingers and 1 thumb.
my hand was black & blue for weeks.
Carma??? |
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