Detonated the backyard.
We detoured a national highway through a small rural town.
I need to get my friend Jeff on here... oh good GAWD does he have stories.
I was a good kid... that often suffered punishment because of something my younger brother did.
Walked across the frozen Ohio River in 1977 with my kid brother in tow. Mom hit the rough.
My curfew time was always a bit of a point of contention between my parents and I. Now, this was back in the day when watches and clocks had dials and hands rather than digital displays...
I'm walking out the door for a date with my GF at the time. Referring to the clock my Mom asked "Where are the hands going to be tonight?" In a blistering case of stupidity and letting my mouth run off without engaging my mind/filter I replied "Anywhere I can get away with!" and ducked out the door.
Needless to say, that was my last date for a while.
I shot a man just to watch him die... in Reno. Grounded for three months.
I never got into much trouble. Not that I never did wrong.
I was just great at covering my tracks, and not getting caught.
My cousin and I DID get busted for smoking when we were around 11 years old, but it was his stupidity that led to our ‘capture’. He got the bright idea of taking the smokes from his father’s open pack.....BAD MOVE!
My father gave me what would probably be considered as “child abuse” today. Well, it was probably child abuse then too. lol
When I was five we lived in Panama City, FL. I was tagging along with my older brother as he and a gang of boys were out in an open field. they would start a fire then put it out. Repeat many times.
I decided that was fun so I did the same thing except I could not put it out. I ran to the house and got a bucket, filled it with water and went back to the fire which by this time was about 50 yards in diameter. I spilled most of the water running to the fire, then threw the little I had left on the fire.
By the time I got back to the house it was at least a hundred yards wide. By that time a swarm of teenage boys descended on the fire and managed to put it out just as a city fire truck arrived. I was convinced they were going to throw me in jail but they didn’t.
Too many to list.
At 15 I drove my friends around in my brother’s car all night and stayed at a friends place overnight. My parent’s got word to me the next morning - “Bring the car home or we call the Police” - I had no doubt that they would so I took the car home!
Mel
Screwed with all the neighbors when the first cable tv remotes came out and everyone had the same one...
Caught a whoopin’ when I messed with dad’s tv time.
I never got grounded. My parents never found out.
But my kids don’t do squat compared to me and my wife.
“borrowed” the family car and took it for a spin to impress my new (I think it was my 2nd) girlfriend. Let’s just say when I got back I was not only grounded but dad did his own rendition of Devo’s “Whip it”.
Burnt down the lot next door playing with matches. Fire Dept and everything. :-)
For the most part I was such a good kid that I had to make up stuff for confession.
Of course, being such a good kid, would have to confess to telling a lie at my last confession.
I do remember getting in an ‘argument’ with my mother and stating:
“I don’t blame HIM for leaving, if I could, I would.”
She in effect called me a ‘Bustard’ by saying:
“You never know who your father really is”.
Not me. I was a little angel — never a bit of trouble.
Back in high school, I’m sorry to say I got a girl “in trouble.”
I framed her for murder.
*rimshot*
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More seriously, though, I was a pretty good kid. I think the worst thing I did was to rig up a bottle rocket launcher on the handlebars of my Huffy 1-speed bicycle.
There was just something about the ability to fire rockets from my bicycle that appealed to me. :-)
Craziest dumbest thing I ever did never got me in trouble, but it sure could have got me killed. We had a man made lake in town in a wide spot in a wash with a dam on one end. I went climbing around on the non-lake side which was a rather vertical but very rough wall, good for footholds. Got a really amazing view of the lake because the top of the dam was only a couple inches about the lake. On the “dry” side there was an “overflow” trough, about 10 feet deep, and really gross. The punchline is I couldn’t swim at the time, if I’d have slipped on that wall assuming the “roll” didn’t kill me I’d have drown, which probably would have been a nicer way to go than whatever diseases were in that water.
Did a flame burnout in front of the dime store in Iron Mountain Michigan in my hotrod. What I did not know is that my mom was in that dime store watching the whole thing.
She never said a word to me. My brother in law told me of the scene and I asked what mother said. He told me she mentioned something about insurance.
Dam, did I light the street up that night. They said it lit up the whole block. I got outta town real quick before the authorities showed up.