Disturbing things you did as a child?

uch wrote: »

We used to stick Mr. Freeze's up our arsés and see who could shoot them the farthest

And would you consume them afterwards?

I spent a happy couple of hours one afternoon focussing sunlight on ants using a magnifying glass until they melted. Yikes! The hiss when they went up in smoke still disturbs me!!!!

Used to tell the priests in confession I school that I liked to kill animals and other such stuff just to freak them out.

josip wrote: »

Used to take out the lightbulb from the bedside lamp and stick my fingers into the socket for the kick in the wrist

That's shocking ...

My cousins and I would collect small crabs at the beach, jam em into bottles with salt water and bacon for food, close the lid and put the bottle back in the sea so they could have a nice voyage on the 7 seas.

Psychologically tortured my younger brother. One I remember was hanging him up on a coat hook by his belt loops in the utility room and turning the lights out. Or turning off the power at the fuse box and chasing him around a dark house. We lived in the country so when there were no lights it was pitch black. He's 23 and pretty sure the dark still makes him nervous.

GalwayGuy2 wrote: »

Anybody else used to set small, tiny, fires?

Popcorn packets.

Damn, forgot about that. Started out setting small tiny fires. Favourite was spelling my name in lighter fluid and then lighting it.
Stopped playing with fire when I managed to burn down 4 trees that were in a corner of the garden.

Sulla Felix wrote: »

Damn, forgot about that. Started out setting small tiny fires. Favourite was spelling my name in lighter fluid and then lighting it.
Stopped playing with fire when I managed to burn down 4 trees that were in a corner of the garden.

I once set fire to the garage......because I was making a siege weapon and firing cigars soaked in white spirits.

Bloody miracle I lived this long

I once put bread in a mouse trapped and crows would fly down to get it. I don't think I need to explain the rest.

Found a dead rabbit once and decided to pluck out its eye with a kitchen knife, then took it apart to see what it was made of.

I used to fit in an old suitcase when I was very young, so one day my brother and I thought it would be fun to throw me down the stairs inside it. It was very fun.

Me and my friends used lollipop sticks to hide doggy-doo under car door handles at the bingo hall. Would wait in the trees till bingo was over for the fun to begin.

That's all I can remember, there was definitely alot more.

I used to scrape ice from the sides of the freezer and eat it. I also used to suck the water from damp face cloths......

I did the above on a regular basis as a kid...thankfully I grew out of doing both.

wretcheddomain wrote: »

Are you sure, judging from the username...

Oohhhh wretched! Strike number 2, bring my username into it again and I'll no option but to resort to fisty cuffs! :mad: :pac:

Voodoomelon wrote: »

My mother kept her red Barbie convertible since she was a child, see here.

Big ass yoke, about a foot and a half long. I thought it would be great to build a paper folding roof for it. And set it on fire.

Que my mother walking into the room as she watches her car rolling across the floor in flames. Her face was a picture, sheer horror. She started screaming and houling, i'll never forget it. We used to get the odd slap and wooden spoon from her the odd time, but by jesus she kicked my arse down the hallway.

You just reminded me of another thing - my Mum is a very forthright and unfrightenable person normally, but one thing we did frightened her to fecking bits.

My brother built a sort of scarecrow out of old clothes and put it on a chair in a dark corner of the upper landing - it had a face made out of a sheet of paper with black eyes and a wide, hollow smiling mouth. We called it "Chairy McClary", like the kids character "Hairy McClary". Only it was very nasty and probably murderous.
Anyway, she was so evil-looking that none of us was brave enough to come out of the bedroom to take her to pieces after she was put in place, so my Mum eventually heard us bellowing in fright and came bombing up the stairs to punish the criminals.

I vividly remember the sound of her thumping up the first flight of stairs threatening all kinds of wooden-spoon-related punishment, and then turning the corner and coming halfway up the second flight, seeing Chairy McClary grinning from her corner and then retreating squeaking hysterically to the bottom of the stairs I think she said "Jesus Christ, What the fúck is that fúcking thing!?" , and this was at a time when using language of any kind in front of the children was something that they just did. not. do.