Hellions

[deb_U_taunt]

I still have burn scars from playing chicken with cigarettes.

We had a shopping cart track, too. My mom had enough, when my cousin opened up his head on a curb though. lol

Originally Posted by Miss Tick

Chicken was the name of any game where you either did something really stupid for a longer period of time or something dangerous more dangerously than the other idiots playing with you.

[Cin]

Originally Posted by Debby

I still have burn scars from playing chicken with cigarettes.

We had a shopping cart track, too. My mom had enough, when my cousin opened up his head on a curb though. lol

Ya, played that, forearm to forearm, loser moves first.

I thought I invented that shopping cart into oncoming traffic game. Probably kids all over with access to shopping carts, hills and plenty of traffic figure out how to put it all together for a delightful mixture of fun and near death experiences.

And I’m pretty positive my mother would have been quite upset to see me careening into on coming traffic atop a shopping cart. It is an activity I’m sure she would have strongly discouraged had she learned of it.

A fun game we often played in North park was “BWANNA”. I came from a place devoid of creativity. Our parks had uninspired names like North Park, South Park, the East End Park and in the Italian section, Columbus Park, perhaps this contributed to my lack of imagination. Anyway at least this game wasn’t named chicken. The rules were simple, one guy was “BWANNA” and he or she had a stick and would chase everyone else until he/she hit one other person with the stick, once you were hit with the stick you found a stick of your own and began chasing people trying to whack them and so on and so on until everyone but one person had a stick. That poor schmuck was the winner and then everyone chased him or her with their sticks, ran the guy down and beat him/her enthusiastically, yelling “BWANNA”. It was always a bittersweet victory. After turning 13, some of us from the old neighborhood would still play this game but we took acid or mescaline first. It added a dimension.

Ah, good times, good times.

[ruffryder]

let's seee.. takes out the list*

I threw a lawn dart into my cousins head. he had to have surgery. thankfully he wasn't left disabled or worse. he is fine.

We would raid the liquor cabinet at home and invite friends over to play quarters all day.

We would sneak to the back shed to smoke.

I called an 800 number and racked up my grandparents bill cause I was curious.

I used to get whacks with a garden hose and pinched in church so I must have done something wrong.

I took off on my bike for the day with a friend and rode to another town 12 miles away without permission and got busted.

I kissed a girl in her tree house and copped a feel.

I would shoot squirrels and birds with a bb gun and throw rocks at them.

I blew up barbies and gi joes and anything else with fireworks including my fingers.

I burned ants and flooded them.

oh wow, i'm such a good boy now compared to then

[Words]

Originally Posted by ruffryder

I blew up barbies and gi joes and anything else with fireworks including my fingers.

Okay, I definitely need new glasses.

I read this the first time as ''I blew up babies and gi joes....''!!!

[ruffryder]

Originally Posted by Words

Okay, I definitely need new glasses.

I read this the first time as ''I blew up babies and gi joes....''!!!

haaa, arrrrrr. I would definitely have some issues there!

[luv2luvgirls]

when I was little my pop had this HUGE salt water fish tank with lots of sharks and a few rare fish,anyway I loved milk so one day while drinking my milk.. I had a thought ..hmm I bet the fish would love a drink of milk,so into the tank I poured my glass of milk I was in trouble

When I was 3 or 4 my sisters were painting and left it on the floor yes I played in it with my feet and liked making footprints all through the bedroom and hallway.. I tried denying I did it,but yeah the paint all over me gave it away

I also thought I was stronger and tougher than my parents gave me credit for when I was 4,so I decided one day to take our white german shepard for a walk "I was told I was not to ever do this".. neekid.. thats important so soon she was distracted by a squirrel and I was being dragged behind her.. I held on for so long that when I let go I didnt know where I was,so I wandered till a cop picked me up,I was all bloody and neekid...plus I didnt wanna go home and face my pops, in the station house I went with them all playing with me,they put a cop shirt on me and a badge and thier hat. I was lovin it,till they found out who my parents were,was in trouble one for losing the dog and two for being neekid

when I was 5 I wanted to cut hair with clippers.. so the cat that happened to be an angora became my lil guinea pig.. it was bald when I was done

I liked to play with my pops colonge but I couldnt use what came out of the bottle .. ohh no I needed it to be unique so I would mix this much of that one with this much of this one.. poor pop never could keep some colonge or me out of his stuff

at a young age I decided I was my families keeper,which meant dont even look sideways at my older siblings,one day in 3rd grade I look up and see my brother who was in 4th in the hall upstairs and a patrol was messing with him,well I couldnt have that I marched over and football punted the poor 5th grader. I was in soooo much trouble

in 5th grade I was accused of something I didnt do,so I wouldnt admitt to doing what the teacher was adamant I did,was sent to the VP's office for a paddling,it was all wood like a cricket bat with holes drilled in for less wind resistance,well I wouldnt make a noise and he got madder that made me lol at him so he ended up breaking his paddle on my butt.. shoot my pop could hit the hyde off your ass,that guy wasnt doing nuttin

[ruffryder]

ADDING TO THE LIST..

EVER BEEN TOILET PAPERING OR EGGING?

YEA, ME 2!