Stupid things you did as a child
 

what stupid things did you child

according to my brother I once knocked on my neighbour's door so they could throw my empty crisp packet away :laugh2: and I have no recollection of this but apparently I used to bully my younger cousin, like throw his chips on the floor and put his fingers on the socket :umm2: in Bangladesh the electricity went once (which always happens) and I dropped a glass on the floor. my brother told me to stay still but for some reason I chose to walk anyway and cut my foot :facepalm: and literally that same week in Bangladesh I threw a rock at my cousin, causing his head to bleed and him needing to go A&E (or whatever it's called over there). i was reading a book and he was deliberately trying to disrupt and piss me off, so yeah the 9 year old me clearly decided to solve things in the most sensible way possible..

as you can tell I was a freak child

I wet the bed every night until I was like 9 years old :umm2: it drove my parents mad. I don't remember my childhood, I've oftened wondered if something really traumatic happened to me when I was younger and I've repressed it. In the end my dad had to get up every night in the middle of the night to wake me up and take me to the bathroom so I'd stop peeing myself :laugh2: it worked, I am no longer a bed wetter. Although the other day my mum mentioned that when I was a toddler my dad was shouting about DIY and he started shouting at me because I was in the room and I wet myself so maybe that's why :laugh:

I used to write lists all the time, football tables mostly but sometimes just made up names (like classroom register type things) or whatever. Weird habit that had no significance whatsoever. I still like writing lists now to keep me right but that's normal :laugh:

Putting your cousins fingers in the socket? :umm2:

Devil child. :laugh2:

When I was really young one of my sisters was looking after me and I moved the fireguard away from our coal fire so I could ride my bike in the house, I toppled into the fire backwards and ended up with blisters all over my behind and both of my hands, couldn't sit down properly for weeks.

My parents were out at work when I was 4 and one of my older brothers and sisters were looking after me and they decided to pierce my ears using a potato an ice cube and a sewing needle. (I suppose that wasn't really me being stupid though)

When I was 12 a bunch of us all told our parents we were going to the cinema and staying with each other afterwards (we all said we were staying over with one of our other friends) then we put all our money in together and bought a few bottles of vodka and and some cans of this really cheap really strong cider, I ended up collapsing in a park and the police came, my friend lifted me and put me in a shopping trolley (I have no clue where she got it from) and tried to run away but it toppled and I fell out anyway I ended up in hospital getting my stomach pumped and all my friends got took to police cells.


Oh dear I have so much stories from my childhood that were stupid and extremely dangerous.

-also used to wet the bed until about 9 or 10-

I had really weird toilet habits until the same age tbf, I used to always try and hold in my uh... #2s... until there was no choice :laugh:

Other, less gross things... erm... hanging around outside pubs hoping for kind, drunk people to buy me drinks (non-alcoholic ones :laugh: we lived across the road from one pub that used to have regulars that'd get us cokes if we were out playing). I guess that could be seen as stupid :p

I was a mostly responsible kid though, probably more responsible than I was as a teenager... I used to help my mum with her job as an avon lady, I'd get loads of tips and she'd give me £40 a month :love: (which as a 12 year old was basically like being part of YMCMB)

I used to roll out of bed a lot and hit my head on sorts like the radiator. :laugh:

I'd still be asleep but I'd feel it if that makes sense. Just kind of writhe like a snake before.... *crash* and my mum would come running in.

The first thing that comes to mind is stealing from the local shop, despite having money. Stupid me thought it would be a good idea to show off to my friends (they used to encourage me anyway) and steal sweets practically everyday.

I got away with it for quite a while, but one of the employees eventually cottoned on because she purposely went into the back and watched us whilst we're in the shop. She came out and said that if I didn't stop she'd tell my mum (mortifying), and from that point I obviously stopped.

..hmm, I don't remember mine so much as I remember the ones my sons had but it would be unfair on them to tell you theirs....I think for me, it was more 'accident prone' because I was a 'tomboy'...I fell off a garage roof I had climbed on ..I ran through a glass door when I was chasing my brother...I put a stone in my ear and it got stuck...I cut my eyelashes off...I can't really think of anymore atm...

Climbed up the counter and knocked boiling water from kettle all over my leg

I did this too but I didn't do it every day

I was about 8, there was a small sweet shop down the road and there was no camera's in the shop and the person at the desk only came out when you pressed the bell, so I used to get sweets from the pick n mix things, it got closed down after about a year because there was a fire.

Left my knickers off when I went to get christened at the age of three, showed the whole church my little bottom.

Spent the bus fare home on the fairground at the seaside and ended up with the police out looking for us 3 missing kids.

Got chased by an angry dad with a shotgun when visiting his son on his bedroom verandah.

omg

Smashing a plug socket off the wall with my head and ending up getting my head sewn up in A&E doing "laps" of the living room with my next door neighbour.

I used to bring dying animals back to my house :facepalm: A farmer shot a ferret with a rice gun and it was pretty much dead (dead enough to let me pick it up) so I turned up when my mum has friends round with this flea ridden ferret asking her to bring it back to life :umm2:

Did the same with a hedgehog that the local lads were using as a football, picked it up in my jacket and took it home. My mum really hated this kind of thing

Besides this when I was learning to ride a bike I went head first into a rose bush :facepalm:

Crashed my car thing (the ones you can sit in and drive with your feet) into a nettlebush and toppled into it, covering myself in nettle stings.

Pretending to my mother that I'd been killed out in the garden, putting loads of things on top of me from the shed and lying down on the floor. She ran out into the garden in just a towel to check if I was alive.

Hung my mum's bra off the swings whilst the neighbours had a barbeque.

Lied to my mum that my auntie and her boyfriend had pushed me down the stairs and beat me up in a pub when I was going through my lying stage.

Jealous that my older cousin had a mobile phone and I didn't I decided to hide hers in my nan's washing machine and forgot about it, needless to see I only remembered it when my cousin started frantically searching for it and I realized it was spinning around in the washing machine.

Pushed my older brother off the top of a tall climbing structure whilst abroad, needless to say we spent a night of our holiday in the hospital in Greece.

I used to like swallowing 1p and 2p coins when i was about 5...I don't think that is very normal..

When I was about 7/8 I had waist length hair and wondered what would happen if i chopped a chunk of my hair off from the roots... Nothing happened i just had a huge baldy tufty bit on top of my head and my mum made me have my hair cut into a fetching basin/bowl hairdo until the rest of my hair caught up with the dodgy bald bit..

Hi bollo :)
Similar thing actually I shoved a piece of foam up my nose and had to get it removed at the hospital.
Then I started sucking my hair ( don't know why) mum thought I would get a hairball and die so she cut it so I couldn't get it in my mouth.

I used to bite my knuckles. :/

Starting fires. Breaking into empty houses. Endung up 40 miles away drunk at age 13. Climbing onto a 3 story roof and knocking the chimney off costing 4k to repair. Burning a whole apartment blocks wheelie bins....mainly pyromaniac stuff. Oh and we stole a jcb once....drove it a mile before realising we could walk faster than it.

There was this Irish TV show that did special episodes about communities around Ireland and they would interview people who were very involved in the community, it was called O'Gorman's People. The crew came to my house to do an interview with my mother, I was about 6 and we didn't know I was allergic to eggs yet so I had psoriasis on my scalp, I kept scratching my head and picking my nose on TV. Also the interviewers asked my mother to read a poem that she wrote about me, I was extremely intelligent for my age and could read at the level of a 10 year old, but on this day when I was reading the poem it was as if I was an illiterate empty headed brat, I kept messing the words up. I still remember that day with fondness, but what I don't fondly remember is seeing it on TV afterwards, I was a complete mess and embarrassed myself and my mother so badly. :blush2: