Stupid Stuff We Did As Kids thread

Lawn darts.

 

Long time ago, the airlines started charging fees to change a reservation. It was something like $25. I was taking a Pac-10 football trip and had my ticket a few days in advance. The airline notified me that the flight had been changed. I needed to go to the airport or to a remote ticket location to change it. There was an American Airlines counter in the nearby mall. I went there to change the tickets.

When she was done, I asked the counter agent for my $25. What are you talking about, she said. I said, well, if I had changed this flight, you would have charged me $25. But you guys changed the flight, so you owe me $25. I was kidding, but I kept a straight face. As she stammered for an answer, the guy behind me in line shouted, "Yeah, he's right. Give him his $25."

 

Flipped baseball cards.

 

You're lucky to be alive, TBH

 

Wasn't a good next 4 days.

 

Hey, I know where that is!

I’m glad you’re still here to share the story with us. If you had fallen in? Well, “Superior it’s said never gives up her dead …”

 

Some stuff on this thread sure sounds familiar, especially “Smear the (guy with the football).” Yeah, the original word rhymed with “smear.” Not proud of that.

Another game we called Beanball. It was a bastardized version of tag and Capture the Flag, except everyone had tennis balls. If you were hit with a ball, you were out.

I distinctly remember playing this at a friend’s house, hiding behind a bush, and beaning my friend as he rounded the corner. Right in the face. Gushing bloody nose. That was the maddest I can ever remember my friend’s usually laid-back mother ever getting.

 

Truth. A friend of mine put me in one one time. You could feel the ligaments stretching.

 

Is 23 still a kid? Racing my buddy is our brand new 88 Mustang GTs going 135 (tach was redlined)…..after beers and Sake bombs

 

I got three speeding tickets in a 30-day period when I was 18. I got the second one on the way to pay the first one.

 

When I was a young teenager my friends liked to sneak out of their houses in the middle of the night during the summer. A few times they convinced me to do the same. We didn't even do anything most of the time, just walked around. We'd sneak back in in the morning.

My window to get back in the house was from about 6:10 to 6:20 a.m., when my mom took my dad to work. If I missed that window, I'd be busted. One time, I looked at my watch and it was about 6:10 and we were a mile from my house. I pretty much re-enacted the scene from "Ferriss Bueller's Day Off" when he's trying to beat his parents home at the end of the day. I took off running, across a football field, over a fence, cutting across yards and parking lots, etc., trying to make it home in time and sprinting the whole way. I was in shape, but not a distance runner. Still, I think I ran about a 7-minute mile.

I got home and the front door was locked. I ran to the back porch and, thankfully, that door was unlocked. I threw off a pair of shoes I'd borrowed from one of my friends (I was stupidly worried that shoes on a roof would make too much noise), left them on the back porch, and ran up two flights of stairs to my bedroom. I got up there and looked out the window to see my mom pulling back home. Far as I know, she never was the wiser.

 

My first car was a 1986 Acura Integra. Silver. Still probably my favorite car I've ever had. And it was a rocket. First speeding ticket I ever got was for going 92 in a 65, when I was 16.