worst thing you did as a kid

[MaryJaneintheCloset]

This thread is somewhat disturbing... though I was no angel.

[Alive]

please tell maryjane

[Dutch Pimp]

This thread is somewhat disturbing... though I was no angel.

16 years old, civil rights march in Derby City, for open housing rights. An angry crowd of whites form's along the street, the sun has gone down, the police try to protect the hundreds of black marchers, but thousands of angry whites line the street. Me and this other fool decide to check out what's going on. I got caught up in the mob frenzy, as did my friend. He got caught throwing rocks at the protesters, I didnt get caught. My friend's dad was a police officer, and got off because of that. Me? I give up my redneck ways, after that! The year...1966.

[mamma puffpuff420]

[QUOTE=geonagual]Me and my friend Marcos loved to make Molatav Cocktails. We used to make them and then light them and toss'em into open fields and then drive by a half hour later when the fire dept was there trying to put them out.[/QUOTE


and ur braging bout this on the internet
mwooo ya

[YouD0nt]

I poured out this bottle of special awesome shampoo i begged my mom for in the shower, It still haunts my conscience to this day (i was like 3 when i did it).

[baisez le monde.]

i could write a small novel. but im still a kid, kind of... 17. so theres prolly more stupid stuff to come.

[Shannon]

I stole book order money, and stupidly shared it with a snitch.

[yabatab]

When I was 7 I accidentally caught the woods behind my house
on fire.

[birdgirl73]

i fucking hate cats... ..

That thread broke my heart and made me cry. It truly did. I can't fathom why someone would ever be deliberately mean to any animal, whether you like them or not.

[birdgirl73]

The worst thing I ever did was get my dad's car--a big, new Oldsmobile 98 (a land ship)--stuck deeply in the mud in an empty field north of my hometown. I was 16 and driving with some friends. We got the bright idea to cut doughnuts in the field and play a game we called "Starsky and Hutch," and down went the car. It didn't come out until a special tow truck and two guys with shovels came to dig enough mud out that they could get it hooked up and pulled out of the sink hole.

I spent the rest of that summer paying for the tow, detailing Dad's car, and walking or riding with other people to get where I needed to go.

As bad things go, I realize this is pretty tame. I was a remarkably good kid. But I did like to have vehicular adventures on occasion.