What is the oddest thing you did as a kid?

The Cool · 02-08-2014 11:24PM

I was the eldest and my first sibling didn't come along til I was 7, so I relied on my imagination for entertainment. Never mind imaginary friends - I used to imagine loads of imaginary people, talk away to them, and gallop around the house on an imaginary horse. I was a right nancy no-mates.

Speaking of first sibling, a couple of days after she came home from hospital, I was allowed to push her in her pram outside. I thought it would be fun to bounce and jiggle the pram. I did it so roughly that my week-old baby sister was flung out of the pram and landed on the grass. My mum saw and sorted it out but we agreed never to tell my dad. She was ok anyhow, we think!

I also once ate an actual mudpie, to see what the fuss was about.

Mariasofia · 02-08-2014 11:41PM

I dont know if it would be classed as "odd" but a broke some of my dads ribs before!
Backround being if any of us were cranky etc.my dad would grab his chest and say "oh this crankiness is killing me" and fall on the floor...we would laugh and all would be happy again.
Until one night evil siblings told 10 year old easily led, puppy fat me "he's not really dead, jump on him!!"
I duly obliged resulting in a hasty trip to
a&e and a month out sick for dad! :O
He didnt do it again!! :-D

uch · 02-08-2014 11:50PM

We used to stick Mr. Freeze cool pops up our arsés and see how far we could shoot them

stalebread · 02-08-2014 11:53PM

In junior infants (was a painfully shy kid) I shat myself. just before the teacher called the 6 of us into a circle to read a story. I sat down can still feel the heat/ squashiness/ smell of it.
A few lines in she sniffs the air and asks what's the smell!! I didn't volunteer an answer but was found out and swiftly sent home when my mother arrived.
Never felt burning like it of my cheeks ( on face)

thelad95 · 03-08-2014 12:24AM

When I was like 6, I remember I was never allowed to have chewing gum so in school I would scrape it off the desks and start chewing it

Sam Kade · 03-08-2014 12:29AM

I was never a kid, I was a child one time but never a kid

LuckyFinigan · 03-08-2014 12:46AM

I was fascinated by bins when I was a kid. I've no idea why, I used to love looking at them. Everyone thought I was going to be a bin man when I grew up.

stalebread · 03-08-2014 12:48AM

LuckyFinigan wrote: »

I was fascinated by bins when I was a kid. I've no idea why, I used to love looking at them. Everyone thought I was going to be a bin man when I grew up.

Well are you?

LuckyFinigan · 03-08-2014 12:50AM

stalebread wrote: »

Well are you?

I wish

Sam Kade · 03-08-2014 12:51AM

stalebread wrote: »

Well are you?

Nah, goats are curious creatures always rummaging

Adamantium · 03-08-2014 01:28AM

Whenever my mum and dad drove past a timepiece (Sligo Cathedral) for e.g; I would shout CLOCK, CLOCK, CLOCK," at max volume until it was out of view.

Wresting after school before the buses came to pick us up. It was the late 90's and WWF was on channel four. Kids of all sizes pling on each other, I'm surprised nobody was seriously killed. We did all the trademarks and had them done to me.

A delicious bit of irony, how later we realized it was all an act and what we had been doing was actually putting ourselves in more danger, by doing things not even the wrestler did for real.

It was more UFC in reality then WWF

stalebread · 03-08-2014 01:30AM

Adamantium wrote: »

Whenever my mum and dad drove past a timepiece (Sligo Cathedral) for e.g; I would shout CLOCK, CLOCK, CLOCK," at max volume until it was out of view.

Hope ya pronounced the L clearly!

Sprog 4 · 03-08-2014 01:40AM

We used to 'recreate' the challenges form The Crystal Maze. One that springs to mind was trying to run across a wall without falling while dodging spits from people on either side. We used stones instead of crystals

biketard · 04-08-2014 04:11AM

In primary school one of my classmates asked me if I knew how to tie shoelaces, since his had come undone. Not wanting to admit that I hadn't a clue, I told him I could. I tied knot after knot until I reached the end of his laces. Probably 30 or 40 knots on each shoelace. I'm sure his mum was over the moon when he got home.

Another time, my Mum and Dad had a bunch of friends/relatives over. At some stage my uncle made fun of me and I left the room in a huff. Came back a few minutes later, walked over to him, and punched him as hard as I possibly could in the balls, then promptly left the room. It was never, ever mentioned.

pq0n1ct4ve8zf5 · 04-08-2014 04:35AM

I really liked animals, so I'd walk around on all fours, refuse to speak or use my hands to eat, or sit on chairs. Including at school.

I could kind of understand the gist of what Irish was and that people were really impressed if you could speak it (knew a kid who was a gaelgoir), but misunderstood the core concept a little bit and would just make it up. Like my mam would point at a wardrobe and say "what's that in Irish?" and I'd say "Catonk".

Our infants teacher was always going on about how important it was to keep your desk and the area around it tidy and make sure you didn't leave pencils and toppers and things lying on the floor, but I took it to heart too much and decided that those who didn't follow the rules must be PUNISHED. Bearing in mind that I was going around on all fours at the time, it was pretty easy to spot stationery on the floor so I started confiscating it and hiding it in the press at the back of the room. Foolishly brought another girl in on the scheme after a few weeks and she didn't got enough game to keep from being noticed.

Gotham · 04-08-2014 04:58AM

Age 5. For no reason I crawled between the couch and the wall and ate half a newspaper (tabloid). I knew while I did it that it was a stupid idea and I could taste the horrible ink, but I kept eating. I left the other half there and after reflecting on what I did over the course of a week, tried it again - but this time couldn't eat as much.

In my later years I've recommended it to people; climbing behind the couch and eating the newspaper, truly a surreal event akin to a session of meditation. Nobody I ever told tried it.

Young Blood · 04-08-2014 06:06AM

I use to sell raffle tickets for my rugby club around the neighbourhood. After collecting the money, I would just say I lost the ticket stubs and then pocket the money.

Them Irish punts use to be very heavy when you had a massive bag of them. I use to feel like a millionaire counting them.

LizT · 04-08-2014 10:19AM

At easter I picked up the phone and I tried to ring the gardai because my mam wouldn't give me another easter egg and that was child abuse.

My and my brother also asked my parents if we could sell my sister and swap her for this massive teddy bear called Berry Bear we saw on hoildays. We were obsessed, had the whole thing worked out, we were going to give Berry Bear my sister's seat on the plane home and then he could live in her room. Needless to say, it never happened but for about a year after that if I ever fought with my sister I'd say "Berry Bear would never do this, wish we swapped you for him". God I was pretty horrible :P

Birneybau · 04-08-2014 11:20AM

Anyone that quotes the Bohemian Rhapsody post deserves a ban. And a kicking.

thelad95 · 04-08-2014 11:53AM

gozunda wrote: »

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo. Galileo figaro magnifico
I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mamma mia, mamma mia) Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me!

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby!
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here!

Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows

Heard it first on the radio ... Sends shivers down my spine

In what way is this relevant to the thread?

Shaun Plays Games · 04-08-2014 12:37PM

I went around town opening peoples gates then closing them on my way home

takamichinoku · 04-08-2014 12:42PM

Giovanni Thankful Meteor wrote: »

Foolishly brought another girl in on the scheme after a few weeks and she didn't got enough game to keep from being noticed.

Very foolish! Damn near every secret game and scheme I had going immediately ended when I let another kid join in: the free chocolate, the reduced-to-clear shelf, skipping football, skipping music, skipping skipping, the June snowball, the television in the hall, the bombs, the beer, the headstone...

zcorpian88 · 04-08-2014 05:40PM

Between the ages of about 6-8 I had an obsession with cars because my family didn't have one for a long time when I grew up, was just before the celtic tiger so there wasn't as much money floating about.

Anyway my interest in cars spawned into this thing I had with my memory, I was able to memorize the license plates of peoples cars including all the neighbours in my estate even the neighbours I barely knew and never talked to, my teachers license plates and all my relatives license plates. Anyone that knew I could do it thought it was amazing and always asked me "What's the number to me car??" my Dad even brought me around the street and down to my school and stuff and made a notebook out of all these license plates, there was dozens and dozens of them and I knew them all of the top of my head.

It got to be a pain in the arse as I got older because people out in the street would always pester me when we were playing kids games out on the street where you had to hide and stuff and I'd get caught because one of the teenagers or adults would be looking to be entertained by asking me "What's the reg of my fathers car?" or whatever, and I got pissed off and stopped doing it.

Most of my family think I can't do it anymore, truth is I can. I can remember regs of old cars my dad had, ones my uncle had. I could still do it, just like remembering an important phone number really.

Birneybau · 04-08-2014 05:49PM

thelad95 wrote: »

In what way is this relevant to the thread?

Grrr

*a kicking*

McChubbin · 04-08-2014 06:37PM

I used to pick at the wallpaper on the wall at the side of my bed. In fairness, it was ghastly pink textured wallpaper and looked bloody awful.
I also used to pick the wallpaper in my aunt's bedroom whenever I stayed over as a child. To this day, I still get an immense feeling of satisfaction peeling labels off things. I've looked into it and apparently it had Freudian undertones linked with sexual frustration. O_o
All I know is that I like to pick at things- wallpaper, labels on bottles and boxes, scabs and so forth.
I also liked to melt crayons on the fire grate when the embers were dying down for the night.

What is the oddest thing you did as a kid?

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