mine would duct tape everything
then graduated to fire
house is still standing
I was a tomboy. My younger brother and I worked together. We made paint out of food coloring, flour, and water. (My concoction) We painted that yellow stuff all over the farm buildings. Opened a can of green paint and did the same
Even then, my brother was worse. He made a cannon to shoot stuff from hay mow to hay mow. (Old farm, nothing much in the mows) He would take the trash out to burn and stand there mesmerized by it. Poked it once in a while.
harrison’s got a snake and wants to keep it.
Australian boys: never, ever, do this!
If the Mom believed the snake could bite him, telling him to just put down the snake is criminally stupid.
My little brother made a Superman cape out of a towel, revved up his tricycle at the end of our long porch, and drove off the porch, thinking he would fly. He didn’t.
Used to use a pillow case.
What a cutie! (The boy, not the snake)
My younger son, after a blizzard: “Hey, Ma, can I get out on the roof and jump off?”
Another great thread, badger.
I almost got accused of arson when I was a kid.
I had discovered that if you break all the stuff off of sparklers and put it all in a pile, it would make a great flare.
So, in social studies class, we learned about the volcano in Mexico, Popocatépetl, and as a class project, I decided to make a volcano out of clay. It had a crater at the top where I could put sparkler material, and when it was lit, it made an impressive display. I used a birthday cake candle to start it going.
I brought it to school on the appropriate day along with a small container of fuel. The teacher took custody of the container and to my surprise, they allowed me to demonstrate it to the class.
With the principal observing from the back of the room, I lit the thing, and it was a huge hit with the class. Of course, my project got an “A”.
That’s when it got weird. Not long after, a fire broke out in that very classroom.
My volcano was blamed, but the teacher assured the authorities that the volcano had gone home with me, and there was no remaining fuel around.
It turns out that one particular “student” was a known trouble maker, and was blamed for the fire, though there never was an arrest.
Last I heard of him he was in jail for rape, with a long history of criminal acts. Yogi would understand.
The little girls wanted to play Barbies. The little boy wanted to play with them, but he wanted his dinosaurs to eat the Barbies.
My dad thought every boy should have a pocket knife, so when my older son was about 9 or 10, he gave him a small one; my son was thrilled. One day, I found him sitting on the couch, using his knife to cut into some thin cardboard. Unfortunately, he was using the couch as a backstop; he had cut about a dozen slits in the cushion. It was an ugly couch, and I just flipped the cushion over but I think his father confiscated the knife.
LOL, I had one that took everything apart starting when he could barely walk, he wanted to see how things worked - anything was fair game...
He’s now a Senior Software Engineer.
I used to do all the bike stuff further down without a helmet. I’m also sure the jumping off the roof was done while mom was a Walmart.
my brother and I use to catch snakes, scorpions, tarantula, lizards when we were kids....
The students were ecstatic over getting to see a fox close up. Principal (female) rather unhappy and other teachers critical. Children lived it and will never forget the moment. I have a solution for the naysayers attitudes.
I take care of my 3 year old grandson once in a while to give my daughter and SIL a break and all I can say is perpetual motion.
Boys come in various flavors. I was the kind who took things apart to see how they worked, and then get it mostly put back together again with only a few left over parts.