Living on the side of a grassy hill in California, we used to fold pieces of corrugated iron, fold one end back, and sled down. Luckily, we only got minor cuts and abrasions.
When I was 6 or 7 I once saw my brother walk into his bedroom and close the door. I followed him in a few seconds, and when I opened the door he was gone but the window was open. I ran over and saw him running out of the yard. His way of sneaking out.
Of course I then climbed out and hung myself down from the window sill, finally realizing it was still quite a drop. Oh well, nothing else to do but let go. When I discovered the pain was minor, I ran back upstairs and did it another 4 or 5 times, until I landed wrong. ow.
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Wonderful stories, everyone. Keep it up---reveal your darkest secrets.
I told my second grade class that I was Shirley Temple's counsin. No one believed me. But I did have a cousin who was a carpenter on Shirley Temple film sets. I thought that made me a cousin to her.
I once asked my mother how old she was. She said 78. Of course, I told my classmates. My teachers said being was 78 was impossible. I cried, saying it must be true because my mother told me. That's when I learned that adults, even mothers, lie.
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My brother once stuck a pussy willow in his ear - almost like your nose thingy.
My brother also used to drag his forehead along the floor and recently I caught my daughter doing this.
I used to eat dirt.
My older cousin and I went up on the roof of the apartment building and moved all the television antennas around. Nobody got reception that night. (He was older, but it was my idea.)
A little girl in my neighborhood got me in such a rage that not only did I beat the crap out of her but I bit her very badly. Her father told my father that I was a little cannibal. Not so. I didn't bite off, chew, or swallow anything.
When we lived on my step grandmother's property, I could not resist swiping the great luscious boysenberries she cultivated in the yard. In desperation, she put a white powder over them, then told us we would be poisoned, if we ate any more berries. I did not care about the powder, but continued taking them anyway. Fortunately for me, as I learned later on, the powder was flour.
Ok so it was when I was living in Arabia but we caught a gazelle in the fence and put it in the neighbors house (what a mess it made) then there was the time, ok nevermind.
When my oldesst sister was little she put gum up her nose and had to go to the emergency room to get it taken out.
Twice.
In the same day.
A gazelle in the house, I love it. Hard on the gazelle, I'd guess, though I'd like to imagine it had a little fun.
Roberta the Instigator..... so baaaaaad.
Dys, a gazelle. You bad little boy you.
violet. LOL.
osso, Instigator? Moi? Well, maybe a little. I prefer to think of it as my being the creative thinker.
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Violet, welcome to A2K---even if you have a gummy-nose sister.
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When I was about eight, three friends and I decided that instead of using the stairs, we would slide down the gutter that ran from the roof to the ground of our three-story apartment building. Of course, we started from the third floor porch. It was summer, I was wearing shorts and by the time I'd slid to the second floor, six inches of skin from the back of my right thigh had come off. The sting was great, especially with the rust and the mold mixed in it, but I couldn't let go now, could I?
eoe wrote:When I was about eight, three friends and I decided that instead of using the stairs, we would slide down the gutter that ran from the roof to the ground of our three-story apartment building. Of course, we started from the third floor porch. It was summer, I was wearing shorts and by the time I'd slid to the second floor, six inches of skin from the back of my right thigh had come off. The sting was great, especially with the rust and the mold mixed in it, but I couldn't let go now, could I?
My husband did something like that as an adult.
My mother inlaw - as a child - heard if you put your tonge on the wall of the freezer you would get stuck.
So she did.
Her mother had to poor warm water over her to unfreeze her tongue.
About a week later she did i again... just to check if it was real.
Ha, ha, dadpad. When growing up in Arizona, most of us weren't used to freezing weather. when a kid from New York moved into the neighborhood, he told us about your tongue sticking to a pole. We all had to try and we kept doing it just because it was a novelty. We did make sure to have a supply of warm water.
I on the other hand was little miss goody goody. I was raised in a kind of family balloon. No clue re playful testing of anything. Thus it was something of a sanity saver to just play with neighborhood kids when I was nine...
I stayed goody goody for a while, and you'll have noticed I've remnants of that. Acted out against it too, natch. I only played with other kids between nine and thirteen, though by thirteen we spent our time walking by a certain boy's house.. Anyway, I was such a good girl. Made up for it some time later, which I suppose was healthy in its way. You could say, equilibrating.
