Boys and stupid stuff

[spartacus53]

For me there was nothing better in the world than growing up as a boy. Not to take anything away from the ladies, but guys are just wired differently. We seem to find entertainment in the most obscure ways, from watching red and black ants fight, to making stupid bets, that I would dive into at a moments notice.

For all intents and purposes, I have divided these happenings into two categories, they are the dare and the stupidity categories. Although the dare will in most cases lead into something stupid, it would be at most times foolish; foolish that is until the double dog dare you entered. You know that once you heard I double dog dare you, it lead to something stupid, or dangerous. Either way, once the challenge was sent, it would be at times hard to walk away from. This event is not on the dare side, but rather the stupid and still entertaining.

Growing up in the city I didn't always have too many open places, or parks in which to play. As a child the closest place we had was the Bron Zoo and you couldn't play ball in there. We would always play either football, or stick-ball in the street. By the time I hit high school I have moved to an area that did have a few small park that you were able to play sports in. The only problem was that there were no real fields, only small open areas that offered any semblance of being a good play area.

There was nothing more fun than having 8 - 10 guys and playing a game of 2 hand touch. The park was about 1 1/2 miles from my home, but that is a short distance in your early teens. When ever we had the players it was off to our field for a game. The game on this day was never finished due to what happened to me. I was a receiver and being lead for a nice pass, which I did make and when I turned around I kissed a tree at full speed. It was one of the strangest feeling I ever had, turning around, seeing a tree for a split second, then kissing and hugging the tree until I was on the ground out cold. My friends were there in seconds and I came to within minutes and they helped me to the Pet shop were we would at time hang out. We got to the store and the owner was kind enough to clean me up a bit, brushed the bark off my face and cleaned the multiple cuts, that continued to bleed. After about 15 minutes my friends were going to walk me home to make sure I was OK.

It was a brisk evening during rush hour so the streets were crowed and I was getting my share of looks I know I looked like crap, but I did feel OK except for the stinging on my face. About 2/3 of the way home we were coming up on a El station and the street had a small island with a low stop sign on it. Well, I couldn't resist running to the sign, smacking it with my hand to catch everyone's attention. Well needless to say people did look, and I just dust myself off and said I was OK. My friends only feet behind were laughing like idiots and the people looked at them like they were barbarians getting their kicks in someone's misfortune. It wasn't the most stupid thing I did, but it was fun.

 

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[The Beep Goes On]

Is that what happened to your chin?

I think I was about 6. We had a fort on top of a fence/hedge bordering a small lot. We booby-trapped it with a cut vine - the vine being the only way up. The next day I wanted to get up there so I thought "it will hold...I am small". I was a little over halfway up and almost horizontal when the vine gave way. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that we had piled sharp rocks below the vine to smash in the head of any would-be intruder when they fell from the bobby-trapped vine. My head hit directly on the sharpest biggest rock. At first I was stunned, but not crying or freaking out. I wiped the back of my head with my hand and it came back fully engulfed and dripping with blood. I don't know what kind of sound I made, but I had never seen so much blood in my life. Ran home to momma pronto. Real smart.

 

[Real de Tayopa Tropical Tramp]

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[lonesomebob]

I had to have the tallest stilts in the hood, they were so tall that I had to mount them from the second story roof, I got along fine for a while, then it was a long way down onto the pavement, I still have the scars. Bob

 

[spartacus53]

lonesomebob, you have to be one of my heroes. It's funny, but I guess most of us never bother to think things through at the point in our lives. Yea, walking in stilts that high will be fun, but we never thought about getting down, or what would happen if we fell, or couldn't get back to that point of safety.
It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time

The most stupid thing I did as a teen was to go white water canoeing, drunk, on the Delaware river. There are a few nice sections of white water that were not much of a problem. Our problem came with the area containing Skinner's Falls. Although not a great drop, it was still about 6 feet or better to the bottom and when you're sitting in a canoe, it looks a whole lot more on your way down. Most would stop before the fall and port the canoe to the bottom. We decided to go over and save time. Better yet, we went down in 3 canoes at once. I was in the bow center and I held the gunwales of the other two keeping us together.

I tell you that 6 foot drop seemed like an eternity and yet it happened so quickly. It was an exhilarating experience, seeing water, some hang air time and water again. I remember once we hit, the water rushing over our heads and holdings us down for a few seconds, until we popped back up again. I have to get one of my friends and find out who filmed it, I would love to have a copy of that now.

 

[truckinbutch]

My usual ratpack of buddies (three other mouthbreathing , buzzcut , tennershoed grade schoolers
from the adjoining farm)and I were building a raft for a grand water adventure . Our tools were hatchets , dollar Barlow pocket knives , and too much imagination from watching Tarzan and Frank Buck on a snowy tv set in black and white .
In dire need of cording to bind this raft , we searched the woods for grape vine . Found one , running 40' from the ground up a beech tree to the first limb .
We hacked it off at the ground with our dull hatchets . Our combined hummingbird butts couldn't
pull it from the tree limbs .
The oldest , Alan (now an engineer in the petroleum industry ; go figger ....) whipped his Barlow open , clamped it in his teeth like any good pirate , and climbed the vine to the first limb .
Reaching over his head with his Barlow at that point , he cut off the vine .........
The remaining three of us wrapped the vine around him to drag him back to civilization 'cause we couldn't carry him . He was some stove up from the fall . The drag marks were longer to heal ....
We was in rough territory ; but , we saved him