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This is the childhood osha thread. Post about dangerous/dumb poo poo you did as a kid. All that stupid poo poo that was so awesome at the time, but now you look back and realize that maybe it wasn't as cool as you thought. Thread rules: A: I'm going to give this a hard cutoff point of 20 years old. If it happened after your 21st birthday, you were too old to post it in this thread. B: Don't post anything you did that was illegal. Or post it, I don't give a gently caress. This is the internet, the statute of limitations might be expired on your rear end or might not. Post with caution if its some really illegal poo poo you did. C: We all did stupid poo poo that probably almost killed us when we were kids, try not to judge people too harshly. Unless they're bragging about burning crosses or something, in which case, gently caress them When I was a kid there was a bunch of woods behind my house, and at the end of the dead end street and all the neighborhood kids would hang out in the woods and do whatever the gently caress. Have BB gun fights, drink beer and look at forest porn. There was an old farm field near there and in this one spot there were a bunch of vines hanging from the trees. They got cut down when I was probably 5 or 6 but I got to go there once with my older brothers and some neighborhood kids and we swung from those unknown dangerous rear end things like Tarzan or maybe more like George Of The Jungle. As far as I know, nobody got hurt but soon after my one and only opportunity going out there the guy who owned the land ended up chopping them down. Kind of a bummer as it was pretty fun at the time. When I not too much older I started swimming in the creek nearby. This creek had water flowing in to it from the upper Niagara River. That water fed a hydro canal, and the current could be pretty fast. There was a break wall that directed water from the Niagara in to the creek and we would jump off the inner wall, float down to the gate that would close in the winter, climb up and walk back along the wall to do it again. Certain brave youths would actually go way up the concrete wall and jump in and swim across the mouth of the creek to the far side. This was the actual break wall that directed water from the Niagara in to the creek. They'd climb up the other half of the gate (the far side) go along the wall to the point and then jump in, wash rinse, repeat. Every summer someone would tie a rope to the gates so that if you missed the makeshift hand holds, you didn't go drifting down the creek. One year some enterprising youths tied a rope to the other side of the wall. That would be on the river side of the wall. They would jump off the point on the break wall, drift about 50 feet or so in the current and climb up the rope and back. I was never that ballsy but I know a few people that did. Theres more, but thats all for now. Post up the osha poo poo you did when you were younger.
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Feb 28, 2024 15:50
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my dad had me clean the gutters by blowing them out with a leaf blower while crouched on the edge of the roof. His reasoning was that I was small and nimble and if I fell I wouldn't get hurt as bad. he also had me run the fiberglass insulation through the attic in the summer in 100+ degree heat when he enclosed the carport and made it a garage. I was very itchy and hit my back on nails coming down from the roof a lot
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Feb 28, 2024 16:22
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doing play karate and kicked my neighbor in the mouth and cracked his tooth
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Feb 28, 2024 16:23
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It wasn't something I did per se, but a dumbass friend set off a bottle rocket and it very nearly exploded in my eye as a teen at a party. Could’ve easily been injured or gone blind in that eye. Naturally, I was pissed.
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Feb 28, 2024 16:23
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gathering pine needles from the trees lining out driveway into a big pile, inviting the other neighbor kids, and setting it on fire. my dad ran out in a panic after smelling smoke
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Feb 28, 2024 16:24
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Shooting airsoft pistols at each other without any prior knowledge and almost taking out a kids eye because I didn't know you needed to line up the front and back sights
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Feb 28, 2024 16:27
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No one's mailbox was safe from my other rear end in a top hat friends and me. My friend's dad would have us take metal street signs from the dirt roads so he could use them to replace rusted out floors of cars.
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Feb 28, 2024 16:29
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The house was being remodeled and it seemed like a good idea to use the trim as play swords with my little brother and I wacked him impressively with a nail into his back. I won, obviously.
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Feb 28, 2024 16:30
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^^^^^ Goddam, you fuckin win.PureEvil6_13 posted:No one's mailbox was safe from my other rear end in a top hat friends and me. Were they 70s era Camaros with exhaust leaks?
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Feb 28, 2024 16:31
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wesleywillis posted:^^^^^ Goddam, you fuckin win. No it was any piece of poo poo he could get that he could rebuild and sell or trade it off for a tommy gun or something.
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Feb 28, 2024 16:36
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Pro wrestling was still pretty popular when I was in middle school so we were constantly doing wrestling moves to each other in the hallways and stuff. We had this room we played volleyball in that had mats across the entire floor and recessed area in the wall about 10 feet above everything. I had some friends lift me up there, then I did a Swanton Bomb onto the floor below. I landed on my back and knocked the wind out of myself but was otherwise okay. At the time we still did a collegiate wrestling section in gym class but one kid did a tombstone piledriver to his friend and sent him to the hospital. The kid was okay in the end but they cancelled wrestling in gym class for years after that.
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Feb 28, 2024 16:46
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My friends and I made a music video in high school. We filmed it on top of a sloped roof after dragging a bunch of guitar hero plastic up there. It all went fine until I (the last one to climb down) got on the ladder. It wasn’t secured to anything, no one was holding it, it slipped. I hung onto the gutter before falling two stories and landing the opposite direction I had been facing. I still don’t know how I turned around in mid air I landed on my fat rear end thankfully and didn’t break anything.
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Feb 28, 2024 17:18
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During a blackout in my small town, some friends and I rolled tires down the middle of an empty main street from the back of a pickup truck. I have no idea where they got the tires or the truck. The lights went out, they showed up and were like, "Hey, this'll be fun." Mercifully, no one was hurt. It was lovely and reckless, regardless.
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Feb 28, 2024 17:48
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my uncle used to have a small ranch in the middle of nowhere in texas and there were constantly wasp nests all over the place. he let me and my brother "take care of them" for him using a method he showed us where you stuff a bunch of newspaper in the end of a pvc pipe and light it on fire and then use that to torch the nests at a distance. im amazed we didnt burn the place down because it was also hot and dry as hell out there. my brother got stung up pretty bad once tho. he also let us shoot cow skulls and cans etc with his .22 at an age that was probably normal in rural texas at the time but seems very weird to me now looking back on it ironically his ranch and home did burn completely to the ground just a few years ago but it wasnt his fault, it was just caught up in a wildfire that swept through the area also i was in boy scouts for a number of years and there were many other incidents on various trips where we were lucky we didn't start massive fires. of course fire safety is a big part of what boy scouts teach or are supposed to teach, but people kept giving us access to huge cans of lighter fluid for some reason so there were many way-too-big fires in places that again seem kind of crazy looking back on it because this was mostly in the sierras in california where wildfires are a huge problem. Earwicker fucked around with this message at 18:20 on Feb 28, 2024 |
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Feb 28, 2024 18:14
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My Dad would make me crawl through tunnels, under houses etc to run cables through pipes etc. One day he gave me a respirator torch and a shovel and sent me under the house to bury our cat, which a dog had attacked, it had crawled under the house to die, which we only found out when it started to smell. He would repair cars for the people in the neighbourhood, especially old rust buckets from the nursing home nearby. I was always nearby to put out small spot fires etc when welding near the fuel tanks. I have a few scars in my feet from where welding slag popped and hit them. I would be a spotter for him in any of his late night hijinx of acquiring things, with instructions to lock the doors and honk the horn if someone showed up. I got chased by a pack of horses once, and jumped a barbed wire fence to get away from them, I almost totally cleared it, ended up with some choice scars around my groin, luckily missing the important bits. My Uncle took me fishing once out on an estuary in QLD, the tide ran out really quick and I had to hop into the mud and push the boat, I saw a few small sharks around, some other crazy things like razor clams etc but managed to get a massive puncture wound from a mud crab.
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Feb 28, 2024 18:42
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We decided it would be fun to jump off roofs. 8-10 years old. We had seen it in a TV show or movie and thought it looked super cool. We got a ladder and climbed onto the garage roof. It was the lowest roof so we wisely figured it was best to start small. We jumped into the side yard where there was grass and not concrete. We were super smart. It completely sucked, but if they do it on TV, then we can do it! We each jumped a couple of times with absolutely no skill. Practically shattering our shins and knees. Amazingly no one was injured. Mom heard all the grunts and screams and came out to find us. She figured it out in one second, seeing two kids on the roof, one curled up on the ground, and the rest of us going up the ladder. "Are you jumping off the roof?" "Uh yeah..." "You're all idiots." She sent the kids home, we put the ladder away, and had to spend the rest of the day inside. Edit: I forgot to mention after the first few jumps we decided to use umbrellas to slow us down. They "inverted" immediately and only served as objects to fall on and smack us. Internetjack fucked around with this message at 19:02 on Feb 28, 2024 |
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Feb 28, 2024 18:47
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in 1965, 10 year old me got paid a nickel a rat i shot with a .22 that summer. i made mad bank because a box of fifty .22 shorts cost 29 cents and would yield about 35 rats/box. it was kinda gross dumping a bucket full of dead rats into a burn barrel so my uncle could count them, but so what i got paid. bounty hunting paid for a big part of my matchbox car collection
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Feb 28, 2024 19:04
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For a very brief time, I had a habit as a 4ish year old of sticking my finger into energized light sockets (night lights without bulbs). I never got anything more than a slight shock, but it's probably a miracle I'm here. When I was ten, a friend of mine who was taking karate/tae known do/one of those wanted me to punch him in the stomach to show how strong he was. So I did, and although I was hardly a strong kid I knocked the wind out of him. We were being called in from recess and I remember my friend on the ground gasping for breath as I worried about getting into trouble (yeah, I was a real winner of a friend). Luckily for both of us, I didn't do any damage except to his ego. F_Shit_Fitzgerald fucked around with this message at 21:19 on Feb 28, 2024 |
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Feb 28, 2024 20:40
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When I was a lovely teenager getting drunk and high for the first time, my friends and I were under the influence of E40, so we would ghost ride the whip in the cars our parents gave us (or out of them I guess). Mine was especially difficult because it was a manual transmission. Surprisingly enough we never crashed into anything or had the cops called on us, even though we did it right in the middle of suburban subdivisions with cars and houses all around.
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Feb 28, 2024 23:47
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F_Shit_Fitzgerald posted:For a very brief time, I had a habit as a 4ish year old of sticking my finger into energized light sockets (night lights without bulbs). I never got anything more than a slight shock, but it's probably a miracle I'm here.
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Feb 29, 2024 00:22
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I bought an airsoft pistol off a kid for £20 and shot a bunch of styrofoam with it in my bedroom. At one point it didn't penetrate into it and ricocheted, the BB got stuck right in the corner of my eye and I had to very, very carefully pry it back out It's a miracle I didn't blind myself and I didn't touch it again afterwards
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Feb 29, 2024 00:27
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I consider 16-18 childhood. Driving rally out on private land we weren't allowed on over on the west mesa in 80s and 90s rwd small Japanese trucks like toyotas, mazdas and rangers poo poo was fun
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Feb 29, 2024 00:27
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My house had a bar in the basement, so one time my friends and I played "courtroom". I was the judge so I stood on top of the bar, shouted what to a 4 year old sounded like legal jargon, and threw D batteries at them. My parents made us stop after I broke a window, so we went into the other room with the tile floor to wrestle and I knocked one of Brendan's teeth out. Sorry Brendan!
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Feb 29, 2024 00:32
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Oh man so many things, but the biggest would probably have to be the fact that we regularly played in drainage tunnels and such. We'd climb up the drainage tunnels to the grates in the street. Just super loving dangerous and crazy. Must have been like 5 to 7
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Feb 29, 2024 00:34
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In the basement we had a lamp without a light bulb. I thought it was fun to fill the socket full of steel wool and plugged it in. What a light show! It was to me and I repeated several times. Some how I didn't burn the house down nor shock myself. Dad discovered the burnt lamp socket at some point and beat my rear end.
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Feb 29, 2024 00:41
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Hollismason posted:Oh man so many things, but the biggest would probably have to be the fact that we regularly played in drainage tunnels and such. We'd climb up the drainage tunnels to the grates in the street. I think I was about 13 or 14 and a few of us crawled in to a storm sewer. Not sure how far we made it. Seemed like a while but we were also inching our way along. It was winter so there wasn't much risk of a sudden rain storm, but the bottom of the pipe was covered with road grit that had gotten washed in thre during melts and whatnot. We eventually had to crawl backwards to get out since there wasn't enough room to turn around anywhere. Just had an MRI today. That sewer crawling was good practice!
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Feb 29, 2024 00:43
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I must have been about 5, I went to play outside and my mom went to take a nap. When I went to go back into the house, both sets of doors in the entryway got stuck so I couldn't go back outside and I couldn't go inside the house. I knocked but my mom couldn't hear so I thought I would be stuck there forever and devised a clever plan to escape. I smashed one of the windows to the outside with a half empty gallon of paint, then tried to climb out to freedom and sliced my arm open on the glass. I wouldn't have been able to get out through the window anyway cause it would have been like a 12 foot fall and I would have been going down head first. So I just sat there bleeding out(ok it only bled a tiny bit) and waited for my mom to wake up which took about 9 minutes.
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Feb 29, 2024 00:57
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Some friends and I did the storm sewer thing when we were around 17-18 yo. It became a hobby. We'd go further and further each time, being down there all day and occasionally poking our heads out of a grate to check where we were. We took backpacks, two flashlights each, food and water, pry bars, etc. The longest trek took most of a day and ended up with us about 15 miles from home in downtown San Jose. "Don't mind us, just climbing out of this storm sewer in the middle of a busy street..." We took the bus home.
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Feb 29, 2024 01:06
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i once pumped an air rifle up 20 times put the barrel in my nose and pulled the trigger. i made a cool 20 bucks and got a wicked nosebleed. i was like 13-14
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Feb 29, 2024 01:21
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Internetjack posted:Some friends and I did the storm sewer thing when we were around 17-18 yo. It became a hobby. We'd go further and further each time, being down there all day and occasionally poking our heads out of a grate to check where we were. We took backpacks, two flashlights each, food and water, pry bars, etc. The longest trek took most of a day and ended up with us about 15 miles from home in downtown San Jose. "Don't mind us, just climbing out of this storm sewer in the middle of a busy street..." We took the bus home. did you ever work as a counsellor at a jewish summer camp? i ask because i also did the "storm sewer thing" but i was 12 years old and we were literally led into the sewers as an "activitiy" by 17-18 year old counsellors at a jewish summer camp in palo alto. which happens to be about 15 miles from downtown san jose... the entrance was in adobe creek behind the jcc and the cemetary on arastradero. Earwicker fucked around with this message at 01:24 on Feb 29, 2024 |
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Feb 29, 2024 01:22
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In college I sold high-schoolers at a college party ditch weed that was like all seeds, fully germinated, cat hair carpet quality O.G. Also to get to see the ditch full of weed I agreed to wear a blindfold and got in the car with someone I only knew as an acquaintance for being a loan shark who sells really bad weed. We didn't make any money selling the ditch weed. moist banana bread fucked around with this message at 04:04 on Feb 29, 2024 |
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Feb 29, 2024 04:02
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So did anyone else growing up have bottle rocket wars and firecracker wars with their cousins. Just trying to loving shoot each other with Roman Candles etc..
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Feb 29, 2024 04:11
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Hollismason posted:So did anyone else growing up have bottle rocket wars and firecracker wars with their cousins. Just trying to loving shoot each other with Roman Candles etc.. o hell yes firecracker battles inside a moving car
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Feb 29, 2024 05:01
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The intersection of model rockets and IEDs. We liked playing with fireworks way too much, and decided to make our own explosion. So we had the bright idea to take an empty CO2 cartridge from a paintball gun, stuff it with gunpowder reclaimed from shotgun shells, and stick a firecracker wick into the nozzle. Then we put that into the nosecone of a model rocket, in the hopes that the engine's flameout, which would normally pop the parachute out, would actually ignite the wick on the gunpowder bomb. And the crazy thing is, it worked perfectly! The rocket went up a few hundred feet, and then blew up in the biggest explosion I've heard outside a real fireworks show. It was awesome, and it was only years later that I really thought about how much we were setting ourselves up to explode metal shards into us if something had gone wrong at any step along the way 
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Feb 29, 2024 06:00
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When I was little I was fascinated by putting water on hot things. At 4 or 5 I dimly remember dousing my dad's charcoal grill when he was cooking a steak. (I'm a fireman!  ) At about 6 I more distinctly remember spraying a very old, and extremely hot incandescent desk lamp with a water pistol at very close range. The bulb exploded and I got hot glass fragments in my hand. Probably still some in there today.Me and the neighborhood kids would make "spears" out of sharpened bamboo sticks and throw them at each other. We'd go into the woods and play war--build "forts" and throw rocks, dirt clods, spears, etc. at each other. Thanks to those woods I was bitten or stung by--everything. Centipedes, spiders, ants, bees, lizards, snakes, etc. Also one time I ate some random blue berries I found growing back there, that scared the poo poo out of my parents. I didn't get sick so I guess they were safe. Plus the usual kid stuff like wiping out all the time on my bike & skateboard. Nobody wore helmets back then. In the car, Dad would sometimes "let" me take the wheel and steer from the passenger seat. Also he would drink & drive a little with me in the car, which probably wasn't great, but he handled alcohol well. We were pulled over by a cop once and he had a literal cocktail glass of Jack Daniels in the car like Julian from Trailer Park Boys, but the officer kindly let us go without a ticket. (Before open container laws.) Kids today just don't know.
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Feb 29, 2024 07:19
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When I was about five, my mom took me shopping for a new raincoat. I wanted a green one, but she refused. "Green means go, we'll get you a yellow one because yellow means stop." This got me curious, so the next time it rained I left the house, walked around the neighborhood in my yellow raincoat, and stepped out in front of every moving car I could find to see if it worked like my mom said it did. Amazingly, I only got dumber from there.
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Feb 29, 2024 07:35
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Used to do wrestling matches with neighborhood kidsuntil their parents got mad at the 30 yr old man powerbombing their son and at some point all of us 12 yr old kids decided the most fun we could have was by throwing each other off the roof of a house onto the ground below. This was about a story up so not an especially deadly fall but looking back it at now I'm surprised we didn't absolutely obliterate our frail child skeletons.
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Feb 29, 2024 08:05
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Number_6 posted:At about 6 I more distinctly remember spraying a very old, and extremely hot incandescent desk lamp with a water pistol at very close range. The bulb exploded and I got hot glass fragments in my hand. Probably still some in there today. This reminds me of the time that I as a small child, was so engrossed by SkiFree on a family members computer that I didn't notice my off hand had been resting on a powered and lit incandescent light bulb. I had a gnarly burn that blistered into a huge blister that covered my entire palm. To this day I still think the worst pain I've ever felt was when I wasn't thinking and grabbed the banister as I went downstairs with that hand and it burst leaving the banister damp and me writhing on the ground.
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Feb 29, 2024 08:11
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I slept with a steak knife under my pillow because I was afraid of intruders. We were on the second floro, but this house was built by an insane person. The window had a staircase leading to it and was missing the glass, so it felt like it was only a matter of time before a murderer took advantage of it. Especially because the grown-ups were playing deafening music and drinking all night, they wouldn't be able to hear us screaming. They also kept the door to downstairs locked so we wouldn't interrupt their party. Then every morning if it was cold enough out for the furnace to run, us kids would get up and collect beer bottle caps, and put some butter in them. We would put the caps on the heat register until the butter melted, and then we would have "butter shots" for breakfast. I didn't actually do a whole lot of dangerous stuff as a kid, I was physically fragile and terrified of being in trouble.
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I should be dead a dozen times over from all the dumb poo poo my dad made me do to help him out.
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