Originally posted by chakanlol i started at 7 in the park when my older friend offered me one...i'm still going and my throat doesn't hurt..yet!
7 yrs old... used to finish my parents cigarettes... bad I know...
tho I don`t smoke now... quit a long time ago... tho when I get a bit tiddled I still have a ciggy now and again
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Mom still likes telling the story of putting an abrupt end to a competition between myself and my 2 brothers ... to see who could pee into the toilet from the farthest away. Maybe not "crazy" as such, but I wish I remember it because I'm sure the look on her face was priceless.
For "crazy" (stupid and potentially harmful to self) I have this story - though more of a crazy teen than crazy child story. While swimming with friends in the Delaware river, everyone decided to swim across because "it didn't look that far". Being an athletic teen, with a typical teen sense of immortality, I joined them, despite being a very poor swimmer. Halfway across, in the middle of a strong current and quickly tiring I realized it was a really bad idea. I somehow struggled on for what felt like an hour, winding up more than half a mile further downriver than everyone else, and sure I'd come pretty close to drowning.
Originally posted by dale21ugh eeew
i was between the age of 1 and 2 when i pooed myself so bad it came out of the nappy. mom sat me on the work surface, and when she came back i had the brown stuff in my mouth, straight out the nappy. i obviously dont remember at that age, but my parents swear its true
Originally posted by eagles54Are you limp-wristed now?
When I was 6, we had a game at school in the winter where the kid (me, in this case) on the swing was a target for others with snowballs. Swinging as high as possible, I thought I was a fighter ace taking heavy flak as I cruised over enemy territory searching for my mission objective. Round frozen projectiles flew furiously in my general direction! Suddenly ...[text shortened]... earth until.....SNAP!
My knee and all my weight came down on my wrist and I broke it... :'(
I thought I could outrun a horse when I was 8.
Well, I couldn't. Even worse: I couldn't on a narrow bridge (they were moving the horses from one field to another). His front legs kicked me down and his hind legs kicked me in the head, on both sides.
The doctor gave me two coloured band-aids and told me to go play indian...
Me telling this story later also resulted in stupidity. I guess the equivalent in English would be: 'I got rearended by a horse'.
i was climbing on a climbing frame in the early learning centre in paisley when i fell off it and knocked my self out cold.
i was about 18 months.
more recently-i've snorted tabascoo sauce, been flung about the height of a two storey building by my friends and fallen back down again, worn leather trousers etc...