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luckyclover · Dooney & Bourke

As a child did you do something dangerous?

boobaby · Kate Spade

Hmm- I did plenty of dangerous things as a child and I am the youngest. I was most likely egged on by my older siblings!

Collette · Chanel

Coming from a big Polish/Italian family we were always doing dangerous.

My aunt had a crawl space under her house which you could get to from a door in the floor of her closet. We used to play tug of way over it and try to pull the other cousins into the hole, therefore down the stairs into the crawl space.

We also used to make the younger cousins "jump out of their shoes". Ok it goes like this. One of us had a porch, we'd tie the kids shoe laces to the top beam of the porch and tell him to jump. He'd either jump safely out of the shoes and tumble into the dirt or........he'd just fold over face forward into the side of the house. Never knew who made this up but we played it for years. I'm talking like 5/6 years old too.

And I shot myself in the stomach with a bee bee gun once on a dare. I was like 8 maybe.

I so hope my children are nothing like me.

layell · BCBG

I tried "land skating" with a friend.
We took her bike, tied a jump rope to the back, then I got on my roller-skates (pre-inline). It went well for about 30 seconds, then it was all skinned knees and pain.

It was stupid and dangerous when I consider the many ways the rope could have gone around my neck.

Cortney1982 · Chanel

Mostly just my brothers, we were quite adventurous. About a mile away from our house was nothing but a huge sagebrush field. I guess my brothers (about 8-10 at the time) and their play buddy had found a rather decent size dugout underground with the top covered with plywood and supposedly an old opened can of beans. Well they took it a step further and covered the top with dirt so you could not see it, made a chimney, a bookcase dug into the dirt to stash snacks, and even found a rug for the floor! It was a good hiding place. They then got the idea to play dead on the side of the road by putting ketchup on them for the blood! Once in a while a car would pass by then slam on the breaks. They would then run to their hideaway!

blink · Coach

Cortney1982 wrote:

Mostly just my brothers, we were quite adventurous. About a mile away from our house was nothing but a huge sagebrush field. I guess my brothers (about 8-10 at the time) and their play buddy had found a rather decent size dugout underground with the top covered with plywood and supposedly an old opened can of beans. Well they took it a step further and covered the top with dirt so you could not see it, made a chimney, a bookcase dug into the dirt to stash snacks, and even found a rug for the floor! It was a good hiding place. They then got the idea to play dead on the side of the road by putting ketchup on them for the blood! Once in a while a car would pass by then slam on the breaks. They would then run to their hideaway!

ACK! I remember doing this with some of the more obnoxious boys my age in the neighborhood. We did this something like this....played dead and one would act like we were calling for help, for a whole afternoon. We were surprised at how many people ignored the whole scene. But we promptly quit anyway when one driver pulled over and started yelling at us.

Another dangerous thing I did was as a teenager, I huffed buttane (spell?) with some skater boys I had recently met. very DUMB!

luckyclover · Dooney & Bourke

Cortney1982 wrote:

They then got the idea to play dead on the side of the road by putting ketchup on them for the blood! Once in a while a car would pass by then slam on the breaks. They would then run to their hideaway!

We played this but never that extreme. We would just wait until dark, run up and down the block and when a car would drive by we would drop to the ground. The last time we played some car with a couple of guys in it kept circling the block and we hid in between some houses. They kept coming back driving real slow so we all ran inside and didn't play again lol.

I can't believe they had fake blood lol. But that is sad how many people wouldn't stop if you think about it.

NCshopper · Hermes

I was the youngest/only child (brothers were 12 and 15 years older than me, so all of my stupid decisions were solely my own decisions--unfortunately I wasn't egged on by anyone older.) Anyway, there were a few times that I tried to stand up on my bike. I'm not sure why I thought this would work since I couldn't even ride my bike using no hands. So I stood up on my bike while it was moving. Didn't work. I still have scars on my knees from that. And then, brilliantly I tried it again. Still didn't work.

I also tried jumping off my swingset with grocery bags around my arms, thinking they'd act as parachutes. They didn't.

bee18 · Nine West

When I was about 3 years old I tried to jump rope down the stairs in my Grandmother's farmhouse in Indiana. I tumbled all the way down after about the first three steps and landed at the bottom. My Mother says that I walked into the kitchen to tell her that I fell with blood all over my head and face. She completely freaked out and rushed me to the hospital where I ended up getting 13 stitches and a lovely scar over my eyebrow!

kenzie · Chanel

When I was a kid, our house sat on a hill and on the one side it was grassy. I remember, I thought that it would be a good idea to ride my bike down the hill without putting my feet on the pedals. I went sailing down the hill by my house, down the hill by our neighbors' house in back of us and into the creek across the street from their house. I don't know how I walked away from that unscathed.

I also stuck my hand in a boiling pot of water. I don't remember that, though, but apparently, I almost lost my hand, but I have no scars now.

I'm an only child, by the way.

jacL · Coach

I walked across the street without looking and got hit by a motorcycle. I was real lucky that 1) it was a motorcycle, not a car which would have crushed me, and 2) the speed limit was only 25 mph.

I wasn't such a kid though...I was in seventh grade. I learned a hard lesson that day.