Childhood memories-funny stuff

[ChibiHorsewoman]

What kinds of strange things did we do as kids?

examples:
Five-I got a note sent home because I got into a fight with some girl

My mom used to help out at her cousin's golf course and according to her I used to go around in my walker and say give me a buck or 'some'

Then of course there's all the Barbie stories:laugh:

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[Queen Asuka]

[color=hotpink][size=1]When my sister was in the second grade, she got suspended for school for a day because she breathed on a girl's hand. Of course, the stupid girl had it coming to her doing that stupid "Brick Wall!" crap that was so "in" back then.[/color][/size]

[PiroMunkie]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Queen Asuka[/i]
[B][color=hotpink][size=1]When my sister was in the second grade, she got suspended for school for a day because she breathed on a girl's hand. Of course, the stupid girl had it coming to her doing that stupid "Brick Wall!" crap that was so "in" back then.[/color][/size][/B][/QUOTE][size=1]Lol, I remember that thing. Of course, then some people got smart here and retaliated by just shooting back "Graffiti!" and then spit on their hand. *laughs* Serves those people right.

Weird things I used to do when I was a kid ...

Well, I met one of my friends in sixth grade by stabbing him in the leg with a pencil (I drew blood, mwuahaha!).

I hit my head on things a lot, intentionally. Of course, I still do that, I am just not as forward with it. I shall not do it for just no reason. For example, if I am exhausted in school, I shall just drop my head to the desk. I often greet some of my friends if they are not facing me by driving my head into the spine as well.

I do not know really ... my friends and I had thousands of sayings that were really "one hit wonders" and they annoyed the life out of people. That was always fun. Probably the most infamous of all was, "Dude, like, not cool." Lol ... one of my friends and I made a skit in a class where we incorparated that constantly. It was easy being that it was about how students should respond to being offered drugs. =P[/size]

[Queen Asuka]

[color=hotpink][size=1]I never heard about the "Graffiti" part. I'm jealous. You Omaha kids were cool.[/color][/size]

[scrmngfangrl]

my teacher had to talk with my mom in 2nd grade cause some retarded chick had to go an tell on me for standing up when i peed...

[Guest .h4ck]

i kicked a guy in the balls in 10th grade because he was pushing a girl around, he had it coming no respect.....

[Purple Haze]

I remeber when i was lik 4or five i had just got a Power Wheel Corvette and i was so happy. So i guees it was a few days later my mom didint let me go and get a toy so I told her i would drive off in my car and never come back.

[KKC]

hehe... when I was 4 I could scratch my head with my foot like a dog, really, i didn't use my hands. I would say " I want to be a dog when I grow up."

Then, on my birthday, when ever I got any money I would say "OMG, A Hundred Thousand dollars!"

Who knows what went on in our little heads...

[Sara]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Queen Asuka [/i]
[B][color=hotpink][size=1]You Omaha kids were cool.[/color][/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [FONT=arial]I don't expect I shall ever hear anyone say that again, heh.[/FONT]

[PiroMunkie]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sara[/i]
[B][FONT=arial]I don't expect I shall ever hear anyone say that again, heh.[/FONT][/B][/QUOTE][size=1]I have actually heard that more often than I ever thought I would, lol. Whenever I have gone out of town with a group of friends or whatever, the people we have met in the places we went ended up calling us at one point "the cool Omaha kids". So either (A) everybody seriously think we are a bunch of farmers because we live in Nebraska, (B) their lives are a lot more boring than ours, or (C) our lives are so boring that we actually have to create things to do for fun so naturally we come off as fun to other people.

*shrugs*

Anyway, as a kid I was a pretty big risk taker; willing to throw my body anywhere for the sake of enjoyment.

For example - I am pretty sure I have told this story at some point in my OtakBoards time, but here we go again - I was at a Boy Scout summer camp and exploring the woods surrounding our campsite with some other people. So we came to this edge maybe about 40 feet high over a small, shallow (no more than a couple inches deep), babbling crook that was probably no more than ten feet across. On the other side was some dry land probably about a foot or so above the water level. A friend of mine were looking down at it and other came and said it would be cool to jump across. My friend and I just shot back that it was possible to do that (thumbs up for projectile motion!). Of course, these young minds were just like "No way! It is too far across." So naturally, we proved them wrong, lol. With a running start we both ran for the edge and jumped across the crook and down the edge. I landed a bit shorter than my friend, but I also ran out of space to step so I had to jump earlier. Of course, it was difficult for us to walk for a while because we had rattled our ankles with the impact, lol.

That is one of my favorite memories. Too bad that guy pretty much hates me now, and will not even come to my face about it. -__-;[/size]

[ChibiHorsewoman]

I'm from Western New York State and we get enough lake effect snow to last us 'til the end of April (sometimes longer shhh!:angel: )
Well, on winter the snow got so high that my brother (he's three years younger than me) and I climbed up onto the roof of the shed and I talked him into jumping off.:devil:
Yeah, that doesn't sound too bad, but I also got him to do that at the end of April when all that was left was mud.:wigout:
Then there was the time we got bored and us and our friends decided to make this huge snowball. It ended up being bigger than us.
However, the risk taking thing is more my brother's taste, I mean who else would try to jump from the top of one of those playground swingsets?:nervous:

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[PiroMunkie]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by ChibiHorsewoman[/i]
[B]However, the risk taking thing is more my brother's taste, I mean who else would try to jump from the top of one of those playground swingsets?:nervous:[/B][/QUOTE][size=1]I would have done it, lol. It is really no different than swinging really high - pretty much to the point where you get slack and the chain jerks when you go back down - and then leaping off at the peak. I [i]still[/i] do that. =P[/size]

[James]

[color=#707875]Hm...one of my favourite childhood memories is when my family lived at the corner of a large court, which was on a pretty steep hill.

I had a cool little blue and white tricycle, which I dragged to the top of the court (it took me a while, what with my little arms and legs)...and then I sat on it and rode down to the corner. I built up heaps of speed and never had to pedal!

It was great. I became quite addicted. I wanted to be a race car driver...[/color]

[Desbreko]

[color=indigo]I used to jump from the top of all sorts of playground structures. Never got hurt, either. The time I jumped from the roof of a house a few months ago, however, had my feet aching for a few days. Mainly because I landed wrong, though -- should've gone into a crouch on impact, but I didn't, so all the force went straight into my feet and stopped there. I just sort of fell over on my side afterwards, clutching at my feet. :cross:

As for childhood memories, hmm... The time I nailed my older brother in the back of the neck with a dirt clod was pretty funny. I'm still surprised that I actually hit him; I got him square on the neck, exactly where I was aiming. I was pretty little, and it must have been about ten feet away. Heh, he was sure pissed after that one. :toothy:

... You know, I can't really think of anything else that's funny. I must have had a pretty boring childhood. Either that or my memory is bad.[/color]

[Rockstar Haruko]

Where do I begin? Hm... I remember this like it was yesterday. I was real little and was looking in the mirror. My mother was lying in her bed with my younger brother. So, for some odd reason, I decided that I wanted to cut my hair. I had long hair and they were in two plaits on either side of my head. I cut off an entire plait and flushed it down the toilet. You can't imagine how mad m mother was. I thought it was funny.

Then there was this one time where my brother had stuck his tongue in a socket (he was a toddler) that my mom must have missed when she was trying to hide them from him because he was aways trying to stick his finger in them. One day she fussed at him and told him not to stick his fingers in them anymore. I guess, he was thinking, "she didn't tell me not to touch it with my tongue." She said he kind of like froze and his hair stayed on the top of his head for a while. Wow. We were really stupid.

[Chichiri's Girl]

Heh once when I lived in housing there was a pretty steep hill behind a row of houses we used for sleding in the winter. Of course if you were *cool* in summer, spring, or fall, whenever the snow wan't there(which wasn't much) you would go down the hill on your bike. Yes well I tried to go down it only to crash halfway. It hurt real bad so the kids with me went to get my dad. I didn't end of with any [i]major[/i] injuries but the one I got were pretty bad for that age. My bike on the other hand....one of the hand-breaks was broken so I couldn't use it any more. Yeah plus my dad told me NEVER to do that again then he went on about how I could have been killed. Yeah right....and it figures two of the kids with me were 5-year-olds who could go down it perfectly....
Now if we're talking about how many times we've kiked boys in the balls have I got stories to tell! Hey man if .h4ck can do I guess I can. (cool name. f43r t3h b33r! lol k I'm back now...)
Yeah well when I was like, I don't know 5 mabey 6, I kicked one of the boys I was friends with in the balls. It figures he and his family were staying over for dinner. (my parents and his were friends too) I actually have no clue why I kicked him either. Not a clue. Mabey he was being mean and wouldn't play with me....? Who knows? But yeah boy did he cry after that. And he screamed. Like a girl. Now the other boys I've kicked in the balls....well first off on my mom's side of the family her sis has like 3 boys who are all graduated now. I guess they're my favorite cousins. Espically Travis. He's awsome....I hope he isn't hurt when he leaves for Iraq....okay off topic! But yeah I think it's fun to hurt them. Yes I know I'm evil. You know I'm not in my right mind if I don't leave some family function without them rubbing their arms from where I've scrached them Or rubbing their bruises from my kicks. But it's how we show our love I guess. Plus I'm a tomboy who grew up with two big bros. If you don't know how to fight back...then all the tombstones your big bro does to you will eventually get to you. That's proabably were my brian damage comes from by the way....lol I'm odd. Very.

[Kanariya]

I've told one of these on one thread, but here it goes.

When I used to live in an apartment, there were very steep hills. When it snowed, my friends and I would go sledding. Well on this one hill, there was a ramp covered in snow. My friends dared me to go over it, and so I agreed. I sled down the hill....down...down...and went over the ramp, fell and rolled in the snow. Boy that was fun, until I realized I couldn't do it again because of the snow in my underpants. :eek:
And when I was little, I had a swingset. My dad's car is like 6 feet away from the swingset, and I was swinging real high. I fell off an almost crashed into his car. I went the other direction in the air and fell in the grass.
Also, when I was a baby, I was very adventurous. Once I had the ability to crawl, I was the adventurous little baby in the whole world. My babysitter would be sitting on the bed watching television, not noticing I crawled out of the room...into the bathroom....almsot down the steps...and she always caught me at the steps. Oh how I wish from these memories I was a baby again :nope:

[ChibiHorsewoman]

Well, there's always the time I went sledding down this hill at my dad's hunting camp and smacked right into a tree with my head. Ow that hurt for a few minutes!:bawl:
My little brother was an escape artist tho. When he was three he somehow got out of the house and almost drowned in a neighbor's pool.:therock:
I also remember going sledding at Highland Park and ramming my head into the statue of Frederick Douglas in the middle of the hill. I think that hurt more than the tree did:bawl: *rubs head*


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[ktangelprncss]

In pre-school my teachers thought I was deaf, because they called me by my full name, and I only knew my nickname, so I never answered when they called me.
And when I was 7 my bro was teaching me how to climb trees, and he took down the ladder once I was in the tree, and I was stuck there for a while.

[duorocks17]

I remember back in 6th grade during recess we would spend the entire time standing inbetweent the post and pressing our arms up against it. (Lol. i know it was stupid). Does anyone else know what I'm talking about????
It's where you stand right in the middle of the door post. Then you just extend your arms out so it is touching them. Then you apply pressure for about a minute. Then you step out of the door, and whala! Magicly your arms raise with out you even trying too! heh....sixth grade was wierd.

I also remember when i used to live in my trailor house, me and my brother had a bunk bed, and i had the bottom bunk. There was a window ledge right next to it, so in the middle of the night, i would sneak up the ledge, and then comminsing in scaring the sh*8 out of him!!! (i'm so mean!) :)

[Patronus]

[size=1]In fourth grade, I used to go around the playground saying 'I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog too!'. heh - I scared the hell out of some kindergarten-ers.

When I was in fifth grade, some of my friends and I took chalk and drew on all the sidewalks, benches, and jungle gyms. We were vandalists.[/size]

[SaiyanPrincessX]

[SIZE=1]When I was younger I used to beat up my brother's friends. Those I didn't beat up I scared. I was a violent child.

My brother, me and a few other kids around our collasack would have this contest on the asphalt and see who could stand there the longest. That stuff is like a grill in Phoenix. I always won though. ^^

Once my brother, my cousin, and me were up playeing early in the morning and we ended up taking all the food out of the refridgeratror and placing it all under the bed, everything. Then all three of us got under the bed. We had ourselves a house. We got in so much trouble over that.
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