questionswhat stupid/crazy/fun thing(s) did you do as a…

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@natedogg828: Boo! Come on, I know there are some great stories out there. Let's hear them.

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We lived back east and as soon as school let out I would get on the bus with my grandmother and head to rural Alabama to spend one month each on the farms with her three sisters. I'd take off my shoes on the bus and not put them back on till I went home. I went to Vacation Bible School at the black churches because the white churches wouldn't let me in without shoes and the black churches welcomed me barefoot. So all my summer friends were black. This was in the 60's, a time of great racial unrest, and my friends and I couldn't understand what all the trouble was about. We would leave after breakfast and come back at sunset for dinner and roam the countryside with our dogs all day. There was a swimming hole which you got into by sitting on the bank and sliding in, and got out of by climbing up the dangling tree branches. There was a water moccasin nest under an overhang but they mostly left us alone. tbc

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@thepenrod: fine...unloading paint ball guns at my friends car who was trying to order at a McDonalds drive through window. He said that after he got to the window the guys inside where practically in tears from laughing at the sights and the sounds they heard as he was ordering

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part 2. My uncle had a huge retired plow horse and we would all sit on the fence waiting for him to come close enough and then leap onto his back and ride him around till he got close to another fence so we could get off. One summer I discovered my cousin's box of comics in the attic (he was at war in Vietnam, where he eventually died) and we formed a superhero league. We practiced being superheroes all day, leaping off the roof of the house (one kid broke an arm), teasing an enormous black bull we called King Kong into chasing us all over the pasture (it's a wonder no one was killed), trying to mind control angry dogs, and all kinds of other crazy dangerous stuff I don't recall. Those summers are the most treasured days of my youth. I learned far more in those unsupervised explorations than I ever learned in school.

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@moondrake: Your childhood sounds like a Hallmark and/or Faith Films movie.

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@thepenrod: I know, it's kind of hilarious. I have led a blessed life, full of adventure and happiness, but plenty of turbulence as well. I wouldn't call it Hallmark, there was plenty of darkness. I just prefer to hold onto the light. On the Faith Films thing, I'm I don't adhere to any religion. My family rule growing up was that we had to go to church every week, but it could be any church we wanted. Since I am contrary and curious by nature, I tried to go to every different kind of church I could find. In the south it was always Baptist churches because that's what was around. But in school I made friends with foreign exchange students so I could wangle an invitation to their churches. It made for a very broad religious upbringing, which gave me a rich spiritual belief system but fealty to no particular sect.

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I drove around with a big feathered roach clip hanging from my rear view mirror. My parents may not have known what it was but I'm pretty sure the cops did.

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i used to ask lots and lots of questions.
ha! i thought i was being so subversive. little did i know.

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@pemberducky: When my son was little our conversations would start like this:

Kid: Mom?
Me: Yes?
Kid: blah blah blah blah

If I didn't answer right way, the "Mom?" part would be repeated till I replied.

He was a very bright, inquisitive kid (and at 43, still is), and there were days I thought I'd either go mad or just change my name to Qzillpdrxt or something.

Asking lots of questions is part of a kid's job description, and yes, if the kid is bright enough the asking is, in fact, a delicious form of subversion.

(Insanity is hereditary; you get it from your kids.)

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In 1959, when I was 11 and my sister was 7, my family rented a farmhouse in rural Virginia, just across the water from Chincoteague Island and about six miles from the USN air station where my dad was based. It was a working farm, with several out-buildings, lots of chickens, and a few pigs. In other words, an ideal place for two adventurous kids to explore.

Several times a day we used to hand-feed the pigs with a weed (referred to by us, naturally, as pig-weed). My mom, a Chicago-born city girl, was totally horrified when we proudly showed her how much the pigs liked us, since "everyone" knew that hogs would eat anything, including children, given an opportunity.

On occasion we would climb the loft ladder of the three-story barn, weasel our way through a service door, and end up on the roof, from which we could see for miles. That game ended when my parents, visiting neighbors a 1/4 mile away on the next farm, spotted us prancing around the rooftop.

Good old days, though.

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On long cross-country trips, I used to sleep on the flat board behind the rear seats and the rear window (without any seat belts).

I played in the middle of the street. Hockey and soccer.

At ages 12 - 14, I bought fireworks including cherry bombs and set them off in public areas. Threw them at friends to make them dance.

Drove a moped on public streets without a drivers license or helmet.

Explored caves (In Italy) and old castles (in Scotland) that was probably trespassing.

Threw away all trash without recycling.

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@cengland0: I used to run around the backs of our vehicles all the time. We had a Volkswagen Vanagon and would lay out the sleeping bags in the very back. It was great taking a nap on a 4 hour trip to Grandma's. Especially over the warm engine during winter.