by MONTY DIAMOND
I was chatting with some friends the other day about the brainless shit we got up to when we were younger. Things that seemed like an awesome idea at the time were usually ridiculously dangerous. Or just downright dumb.
Now that I’m a Mum, it FREAKS me out thinking of the stuff my son is potentially going to get involved in. Even though he is only eight months old, I know in time his curiosity will inevitably get the better of him.
My fingers and toes are crossed that hopefully he’ll be a little wiser than some of my friends, and I, were. The scary thing is we weren’t even bad kids… we just got up to some seriously mindless shenanigans.
Allow me to start by sharing the genius idea my friend Scott had when he was seven.
Scott’s grandparents had a spa bath. He used to lose his small mind on the weekends when he’d spend hours in the glorious bubbles turning into a human prune. The boring old normal bathtub at his house just wasn’t cutting it anymore, so he decided he would try and replicate his Gran’s Spa. He had a brainwave one evening while he and his sister where having a bath. He thought he could achieve the sort after bubbles with a little help from… a hairdryer.
While Scott’s little sister played with her rubber duckies in the bath, he set up the hairdryer and with one flick turned it on. Unfortunately for him it didn’t quite reach the tub so he ran to get an extension cord. While his little naked soapy body was rummaging through the cupboard, his Mum walked past and asked him what he was doing. When he proudly told her about his awesome idea, she nearly died on the spot.
He isn’t the only friend of mine who acted on innocent impulses.
One afternoon when my mate Mika was about 11, her Dad ducked to the shops leaving her at home with her little sister. The girls thought it would be HILARIOUS to use the fake blood they got in a horror show bag. So, as you do, they got a knife, put the fake blood all over it and lay in the hallway pretending to be dead!
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These are hilarious!
At ten I "rewired my grandparent's next door neighbours fuse box with teabags and sticls from the garden.
At twelve I set fire to my wardrobe playing with candles. I was then so scared about getting into trouble that I put the fire out myself with my new clothes mum had just bought me. I was lucky to not be seriously hurt and the scorch marks are still on the ceiling and walls today today.
The dumbest thing I ever did was, when I was about 12, I was baking a cake. So I lit the oven, got my ingredients out, etc .... and smelled gas. Bent down and saw the oven wasn't actually lit, so I pressed the igniter button. After I picked myself up off the floor on the other side of the kitchen, with burnt hair, eyelashes, and eyebrows, suddenly I wasn't so much in the mood for cake that day.
My best memory of other kids' accidents would have to be my nephew's exploit. OK, so here is a kid with two broken arms, in plaster casts after coming off second best to a fall from the top of one of those twisty slides (remember those?). The casts had been on for a few weeks and we (the rest of the kids) were bored with this whole broken arm thing, surely they were better by now??? So we persuaded him to climb up the lilac tree to the roof of the garage, as we were jumping off it. Well, he didn't quite make it to the roof - he slipped and fell, his arms in the casts went up and he sliced his underarm open on a rusty nail as he fell. Off to the hospital he went for tetanus shot and to check that he hadn't further damaged his arms. My poor sister swears there are files about her parenting somewhere, both her sons were chronically accident prone and the damage was never insignificant!