The Last Rebels: 25 Things We Did As Kids That Would Get Someone Arrested Today

Tyler Durden's picture

Submitted by Daisy Luther via The Organic Prepper blog,

With all of the ridiculous new regulations, coddling, and societal mores that seem to be the norm these days, it’s a miracle those of us over 30 survived our childhoods.

Here’s the problem with all of this babying: it creates a society of weenies.

There won’t be more more rebels because this generation has been frightened into submission and apathy through a deliberately orchestrated culture of fear. No one will have faced adventure and lived to greatly embroider the story.

Kids are brainwashed – yes, brainwashed – into believing that the mere thought of a gun means you’re a psychotic killer waiting for a place to rampage.

They are terrified to do anything when they aren’t wrapped up with helmets, knee pads, wrist guards, and other protective gear.

Parents can’t let them go out and be independent or they’re charged with neglect and the children are taken away.

Woe betide any teen who uses a tool like a pocket knife, or heck, even a table knife to cut meat.

Lighting their own fire? Good grief, those parents must either not care of their child is disfigured by 3rd-degree burns over 90% of his body or they’re purposely nurturing a little arsonist.

Heaven forbid that a child describe another child as “black” or, for that matter, refer to others as girls or boys. No actual descriptors can be used for the fear of “offending” that person, and “offending” someone is incredibly high on the hierarchy of Things Never To Do.

“Free range parenting” is all but illegal and childhood is a completely different experience these days.

All of this babying creates incompetent, fearful adults.

Our children have been enveloped in this softly padded culture of fear, and it’s creating a society of people who are fearful, out of shape, overly cautious, and painfully politically correct.  They are incredibly incompetent when they go out on their own because they’ve never actually done anything on their own.

When my oldest daughter came home after her first semester away at college, she told me how grateful she was to be an independent person. She described the scene in the dorm.  “I had to show a bunch of them how to do laundry and they didn’t even know how to make a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese,” she said.  Apparently they were in awe of her ability to cook actual food that did not originate in a pouch or box, her skills at changing a tire, her knack for making coffee using a French press instead of a coffee maker, and her ease at operating a washing machine and clothes dryer.  She says that even though she thought I was being mean at the time I began making her do things for herself, she’s now glad that she possesses those skills.  Hers was also the room that had everything needed to solve everyday problems: basic tools, first aid supplies, OTC medicine, and home remedies.

I was truly surprised when my daughter told me about the lack of life skills her friends have.  I always thought maybe I was secretly lazy and that was the basis on my insistence that my girls be able to fend for themselves, but it honestly prepares them for life far better than if I was a hands-on mom that did absolutely everything for them.  They need to realize that clothing does not get worn and then neatly reappear on a hanger in the closet, ready to be worn again. They need to understand that meals do not magically appear on the table, created by singing appliances a la Beauty and the Beast.

If the country is populated by a bunch of people who can’t even cook a box of macaroni and cheese when their stoves function at optimum efficiency, how on earth will they sustain themselves when they have to not only acquire their food, but must use off-grid methods to prepare it? How can someone who requires an instruction manual to operate a digital thermostat hope to keep warm when their home environment it controlled by wood they have collected and fires they have lit with it?  How can someone who is afraid of getting dirty plant a garden and shovel manure?

Did you do any of these things and live to tell the tale?

While I did make my children wear bicycle helmets and never took them on the highway in the back of a pick-up, many of the things on this list were not just allowed, they were encouraged. Before someone pipes up with outrage (because they’re *cough* offended) I’m not suggesting that you throw caution to the wind and let your kids attempt to hang-glide off the roof with a sheet attached to a kite frame. (I’ve got a scar proving that makeshift hang-gliding is, in fact, a terrible idea). Common sense evolves, and I obviously don’t recommend that you purposely put your children in unsafe situations with a high risk of injury.

But, let them be kids. Let them explore and take reasonable risks. Let them learn to live life without fear.

Raise your hand if you survived a childhood in the 60s, 70s, and 80s that included one or more of the following, frowned-upon activities (raise both hands if you bear a scar proving your daredevil participation in these dare-devilish events):

  1. Riding in the back of an open pick-up truck with a bunch of other kids
  2. Leaving the house after breakfast and not returning until the streetlights came on, at which point, you raced home, ASAP so you didn’t get in trouble
  3. Eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the school cafeteria
  4. Riding your bike without a helmet
  5. Riding your bike with a buddy on the handlebars, and neither of you wearing helmets
  6. Drinking water from the hose in the yard
  7. Swimming in creeks, rivers, ponds, and lakes (or what they now call *cough* “wild swimming“)
  8. Climbing trees (One park cut the lower branches from a tree on the playground in case some stalwart child dared to climb them)
  9. Having snowball fights (and accidentally hitting someone you shouldn’t)
  10. Sledding without enough protective equipment to play a game in the NFL
  11. Carrying a pocket knife to school (or having a fishing tackle box with sharp things on school property)
  12. Camping
  13. Throwing rocks at snakes in the river
  14. Playing politically incorrect games like Cowboys and Indians
  15. Playing Cops and Robbers with *gasp* toy guns
  16. Pretending to shoot each other with sticks we imagined were guns
  17. Shooting an actual gun or a bow (with *gasp* sharp arrows) at a can on a log, accompanied by our parents who gave us pointers to improve our aim. Heck, there was even a marksmanship club at my high school
  18. Saying the words “gun” or “bang” or “pow pow” (there actually a freakin’ CODE about “playing with invisible guns”)
  19. Working for your pocket money well before your teen years
  20. Taking that money to the store and buying as much penny candy as you could afford, then eating it in one sitting
  21. Eating pop rocks candy and drinking soda, just to prove we were exempt from that urban legend that said our stomachs would explode
  22. Getting so dirty that your mom washed you off with the hose in the yard before letting you come into the house to have a shower
  23. Writing lines for being a jerk at school, either on the board or on paper
  24. Playing “dangerous” games like dodgeball, kickball, tag, whiffle ball, and red rover (The Health Department of New York issued a warning about the “significant risk of injury” from these games)
  25. Walking to school alone

Come on, be honest.  Tell us what crazy stuff you did as a child.

Teach your children to be independent this summer.

We didn’t get trophies just for showing up. We were forced, yes, forced – to do actual work and no one called protective services. And we gained something from all of this.

Our independence.

Do you really think that children who are terrified by someone pointing his finger and saying “bang” are going to lead the revolution against tyranny? No, they will cower in their tiny apartments, hoping that if they behave well enough, they’ll continue to be fed.

Do you think our ancestors who fought in the revolutionary war were afraid to climb a tree or get dirty?

Those of us who grew up this way (and who raise our children to be fearless) are the resistance against a coddled, helmeted, non-offending society that aims for a dependant populace. In a country that was built on rugged self-reliance, we are now the minority.

Nurture the rebellion this summer. Boot them outside. Get your kids away from their TVs, laptops, and video games. Get sweaty and dirty. Do things that makes the wind blow through your hair. Go off in search of the best climbing tree you can find. Shoot guns. Learn to use a bow and arrow. Play outside all day long and catch fireflies after dark. Do things that the coddled world considers too dangerous and watch your children blossom.

Teach your kids what freedom feels like.

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macholatte's picture


#2 #22  &  #25   Well, most of them.


That was me. 


Automatic Choke's picture

I did all the above.  Well, we didn't have a river, but we threw rocks at snakes anyhow. 

The list forgot all the things we blew up with firecrackers (or M80s), and all the things we burned down.

macholatte's picture


I remember when we were shooting 22’s at a dump in the woods when a cop pulled up.  He told us it wasn’t safe to shoot n the direction we were shooting and directed us to a safer place.  Then he hung around a while and took a few shots with our guns. I think I was 14 and my buddy was 16... he drove the car.





NoDebt's picture

Took me too long to put up my post, below.  I'm totally with you all on this.  I'm just gonna sit back, read, and remember with a big smile on my face.


Philo Beddoe's picture

I was a pre internet teen. I rememer to this day this first nice pair of tits that I earned. Fucking girl was a fucking statue. When she took her shirt off....I just stared in awe for about a half an hour while I finished my Big Gulp. She asked if I wanted to see more. I came home late that night. Very late. 

Dave Thomas's picture

Hanging out near the VFW when I was in my larval stages, 8~9, yanno independance day. Drunken folks with bikes would show up tossing ash-cans in the air. I'd go get the duds. Then yanno try lighting that stub off again, like an idiot.

The good old days. Hah.

cynicalskeptic's picture

ANY 'serious' fireworks are illegal these days..... you can't buy an package with more than a certain amount of gunpowder... kids these days have no idea what a real cherry bomb, M-80 or anything like that is....

ALL of the 'pyromaniac' phase things boys used to do are pretty much illegal and will get you arrested.....  One of the kids in our Boy Scout Troop was an 'expert' ikn all things pyrotechnical.  He used to make his own fireworks (with the help of a supply place in ohio or some such place).   he knew what chemicals made what colors and special effects.... made amazing rockets.... he was smart about all of it and knew what he was doing.....  I think he ended up at MIT - today he'd be arrested as a 'terrorist'.....  meanwhile a bunch of juvenlle delinquints who were gunning for the Darwin Award blew up a propane tank with a load of M-80's... left a crater ion the golf course and an explosion you could hear a mile away..... Family had a HUGE picnic on the 4th of July - adults played cards and got drunk - kids shot off fireworks (you could buy pretty much anythign even though all were illegal - but a cop in-law always showed up to drop off all he confiscated during the day to increase the arsenal).

One group of kids - the ones with the cars and 6 packs in the parking lot - called in 'vandals in the cemetery'.... waited for ALL the cops on duty to show up and then closed the gate - and chained it.   One-upped 'American Graffiti' - but then the year before the valedictorian (Harvard) got a poem published in the local paper (under a pseudonym) as an 'ode to the high school' that read "FUCK YOU LOUIS' (the principal) when you read the first letters - and the paper conveniently printed the poem without indents.  Only issue of the local paper to sell out for years.

Of course at the same time you had teachers banging students in high school (prison time these days) with one actually MARRYING the 18 year old he was doing after she got out of college.  To their credit it seems that most were doing 18 year olds.

Funniest thing was in elementary school - brainwashed by 'Combat' and all the WWII stuff on TV, the neighborhood had a perpetual WWII battle going on with fully equipped armies (courtesy of Sears) - you had M-1 carbines, 45 cal Colt pistols, Lugers, schmeisers and even a .50 cal machine gun with sound effects and flashing lights - not to mention helmets and such (US AND Nazi).   The funniest thing was EVERYONE wanted to be the Germans - even the Jewish kids (WTF?) and NONE of the parents said a thing about their 10 year olds running around dressed as Nazis (WITH full out flags and helmets).   Kind of surreal when you look back on it..... these days the cops would be shooting you if they saw you with all that firepower.... 

messymerry's picture

We had a high dive at our neighborhood pool.  A freakin' high dive!!!  It was a rite of kidhood to make the climb.  Also, we water skied without flotation devices, and jumped off of Hell's Gate at Possum Kingdom Lake. 

There was a ditch in the park close to my house.  A creek ran through it and every spring we would watch the tadpoles grow into frogs.  The fucking government put in a drainage pipe covered it up and killed the park. 45 years later, it's still there.  Nobody goes there because it's all dead grass and stickers. 



SubjectivObject's picture

On the Wisconsin side of the St. Croix river, in some proximity to, but not at, Taylors Falls, there was/is a high cliff that people would jump off at variousl heights into the river.  First time there in my early teens, looking over the edge at the top height, I was like "no way".  Up comes this child of a girl, and without any hesitation, but with a girl's holloween scream, immediately over the edge she goes.  Minutes later she's back to do it again.  Needless to say, we all eventually went over from the top, a number of times ... [and boys, can't speak for the girls here, keep your legs together when you hit the water ....]

FireBrander's picture


Trogdor's picture

Heck - if that list is all you did, you lived a very MILD childhood - lol.  I can't expand on that since I don't know if the statute of limitations would be in effect or not .... names would have to be changed, etc ....

BB-gun wars with all the kids in the neighborhood - we used coffee cans and #10 cans to make "body armor" - it was all good 'til the idiot kids down the street brought out the Crossmans that you could pump up ....

Playing Kick-the-Can way into the night ... Building a plywood ramp at the end of a hill and trying to do a full reverse flip (and failing catastrophically several times in a row} ... Buying cigarettes from the machine outside the gas station and smoking them by not inhaling because inhaling made you cough ... wandering out into fields and going "rabbit hunting" with a group of friends with .22s .. and somehow managing not to shoot each other or anyone else .... sleeping in tents in the back yard but sneaking out at o-dark-thirty to go to the corner 24 hour store and buy several boxes of twinkies and ho-hos and eating them all (and going into sugar shock but loving it) - and getting ZERO sleep ... good times ...

I was on the marksmanship team in grade school (gasp) and I have fond memories of pulling into the High School parking lot during hunting season, and pretty much every truck in the lot had rifles and/or shotguns in the racks in the back window.  I also remember the Vice Principle, upon finding out that a friend of mine had a new hunting rifle, coaxed him to bring it into the school and they stood there admiring it in the hall during the morning milling around.  Nobody even gave it a second thought.

laser's picture

I frequently carried my 22 rifle to high school and put it in my hall locker for use after classes at the school indoor rifle range in Lake Forest, IL. Our society has become pathetic.

shovel ready's picture

i have just the same story (except we had air rifles and the cop just said it wasn't really safe where we were and find somewhere else).


compare this to a nephew who was with his friends playing their guitars in an empty park drinking a beer (all legal age). i know this kid and he is a good kid - it was not a crazed party (he is not the type anyway) - they were just playing guitars in the park on a sunday afternoon and having a beer.

5 cop cars rolled up and were heavy handed and they were all charged and he now has a police record!

brodix's picture

Wiping out on the 650 Yamaha at about 19, in '79. Had two bottles of red wine in the inside pockets of the blue jean jacket and one broke. So along with the ripped leg and blind in one eye, I thought I was bleeding in the stomach, before realizing it was the wine. So I hid the other bottle in the weeds. Later that evening the cop showed up at the hospital to check on me and brought me the bottle of wine.

 Different era.

Max Cynical's picture

M-80's in mailboxes

Throwing lemons at cars coming down the hill

Making a flame thrower from a can of Lysol

Invisible rope prank across busy streets

Actaully walking to and from school

Playing with power tools

Oh, and riding my dad's Yamaha 180 when I was 14

marchare's picture

Riding down a rain swollen creek in summer on innertubes catching snakes as they fell off the branches, twirlling them around your head so they wouldn't bite you, then throwing them at your buddies. Priceless.

plane jain's picture


I did 21 of the 25 and I'm a girl, including shooting, cops and robbers, cowboys and indians, etc. The ones I missed out on were lack of opportunity (no river/no sled).

My daughter grumbles when I make her do for herself. When I refuse to make her food "well then I just won't eat" can guess about how long that lasts.

She is 9, time to learn some basics...sandwich, cereal, using the oven, etc. By 12 or so I was cooking dinner for the whole family and responsible for doing the laundry after school.

I'm so mean.

Newsboy's picture

Building tree forts without supervision in third grade, playing with matches in leaves and stomping them out (same time), teaching myself to ride a bike (same time), taping bullets to the railroad tracks (same time).

I really can't talk much about what came after 4th grade, but I eventually became a good and responsible adult in the later 1980s.

Dolar in a vortex's picture

" playing with matches in leaves and stomping them out (same time)"

Oh crap! Using that methodology, I started a fire at a Boy Scout summer camp that bordered an airport with a grass runway.

Actually earned a "fire safety" merit badge for carrying an "Indian tank" (is that raciss?) during the ensuing conflagration. Was later tossed from Scouting for being a ne'er do well. (I earned that too.)

NoDebt's picture

Let's not be timid with that list, folks.  I'm pretty sure if you're more than 40 years old you've done most or all of those things.  Strangely, the entire subject of firearms and explosives/fireworks is missing from that list.

Who here shot a .22 rifle for the first time before they had reached double-digit age?

I did.  Both of my kids have.  Obviously, my kids were supervised (by me) and at a range.  (When I did it I was neither supervised nor at a range.)

Who here blew up an 'M80' in the woods near their house or fired off some Bottle Rockets in a nearby field/clearing?  I did.  

Ever get in a fight with a friend?  I did.  Sometimes I won, sometimes I lost, but invariably we came away from it having a greatly increased measure of respect for eachother.  A few of them are still friends of mine to this day.

If you're not exposed to such things you are much more likely to be afraid of them.  Having respect for the power of something is a much more useful experience than blind fear of the unknown.

Philo Beddoe's picture

God's honest truth.  We went shooting one night in my dad's prized 56 Fairline. Not sure how it happened but we shot our the rear mirrors on bothe sides. One buddy still can not hear correctly to this day. 

SubjectivObject's picture

?:  Did the percussion of the muzzle blast from the gun shot inside the car, out the window, cause the mirrors to shatter?  Discharge in a closed space will traumatize hearing (that's why silencers were used before their general illegalization).  My go-to for in the house defence is a (home made) silencer fitted semiauto 22 WMR rifle.

actionjacksonbrownie's picture

I grew up in a rural setting but there were quite a few classmates within bicycle distance (long before all the small farms were bought by the richest local farmer). Anyway, we all got BB guns when we were 10 or 11, and it wasn't very long before we were suiting up in our snowmobile suits and helmets and having "wars". My god you never had as much fun as we did in those years lol!

chunga's picture

Not having a BB gun was just wrong. Cool guys had Sheridan's.  A good modification for a bicycle was sawing off the forks of another one, then banging them on and making a chopper. Home made bicycle jumps? Anybody wearing a helmet would be taunted mercilessly if it ever happened.

Pelting cars with snowballs...constant fun. Turning on neighbors outside faucets all the time. Moving neighborhood "for sale" signs around. Ringing doorbells. Crank calls. Home made firecrackers. Mini-bikes. Do this these days and somebody would force Prozac. Boy Scout camp was great...we were supposed go out in the woods and capture a live animal for a contest. Our troop broke into the camp petting zoo and captured their peacock. Didn't hurt it though, it was just funny. Fire starting contests were fun too, bug spray and a bic. 

Implied Violins's picture

I remember the spray can and match thing! The kid that showed us that trick was cool kid on the block for a month. My contribution was cutting the heads off book matches and sticking them in empty bullet casings. Made one hell of a blow torch/smoke bomb...just don't hold on to it too long.

umdesch4's picture

Also, I'd like to add two very important words:
Potato Cannon

Implied Violins's picture

Yeah, my granddad had me shoot at cans at the dump when I was 7 or 8. Great memories, especially since he died before I turned ten.

I did a lot of stuff on that list, plus a lot of 'extra credit':

- took the sulfur out of my chemistry set and made a wax/foil stink bomb (makes hydrogen sulfide gas);
- built a six-gun rubber band gun using clothespins (that was never as good as just using your fingers);
- played whiffle ball in our backyard - which had a giant rock ring and a pear tree in center field;
- took a baseball in the mouth off my pitchback;
- dug up the backyard for dirt clod wars;
- stuck needles in firecrackers and threw them at formations of army men;
- built bikes out of spare parts for demolition derbys;
- hit rocks with a the middle of our neighborhood (probably broke a few windows);
- snuck off with friends to experiment with dope and beer, even renting hotel rooms for parties (with one cool dad's help);
- played baseball on a field - uphill - full of gopher holes and ringed by pine trees (and adorned with pine cones);
- played tackle football without any equipment whatsoever (well, a football) in a muddy swamp;
- made tennis ball cannons that fired using lighter fluid;
- had BB gun wars where we just wore goggles and heavy leather jackets (no head shots!);
- went down steep grassy hills sitting on cardboard boxes;
- went to school and played sports on the fields there - you would get arrested for that today;
- built forts out of firewood and had sleepovers in them...

truth is, I could go on forever, but this stuff is all about just BEING A KID. I was actually a pretty mild kid compared to most where I grew up. A lot of this stuff is stuff that kids NEED TO DO just to be kids!!

A Nanny Moose's picture

My uncle, who smoked like a chimney was stationed at 29 palms and would take me to the local dump to shoot junk with his .22 rifle. Good times for a skinny 12-year old however, I pressed him into letting me try his 12-gauge, and a cigarette. After a bruised shoulder, and coughing my lungs out for 15 minutes, he offered me a beer, and asked me what I had learned.

zhandax's picture

I had an uncle who would bring me silver salutes from St Louis and light a cigarette for me to use to blow tin cans off fence posts.  He had a 66 Galaxy convertible with a 429 and four-on-the floor that he left for mom to sell when he went to Vietnam.  She could barely operate a clutch.  That was some funny shit.

post turtle saver's picture

lol I forgot about all the buddy fights... and not buddy fights for that matter... hell most of us would be in on assault charges these days if we acted up like that...

Trogdor's picture

LOL - M-80's?  Hell, I had a friend who taught me how to make ANFO when I was 11 .... he was a model citizen ....

cherry picker's picture

When I was 12 I went into an Army Surplus store and bought a working WW1 Lee Enfield 303.

I had a 22 too.  Never did fire the 303 as I didn't have enough coin to buy bullets, the rifle cost me $12.

When I was 19 walked on the streets of Toronto where the pawnshaps were to pawn a shot gun.  I had the thing cradled in my arm and was never in the big city before.  I wondered why people looked at me funny like. 

Try that now in some places and you may as well order a gravestone.


jaxville's picture

  They were doing construction near my home and it involved blasting.  One night me and a couple of friends went to the site and stole a case of dynamite and a box of caps.  We had no place to hide our loot so I took out a couple of sticks then dumped the small box of caps into the case which I hid under my bed for a couple of weeks. 

  Once we figured the heat was off we took our stash up to a gravel pit on the other side of the woods.  We never thought to steal wire so all we had was a length of speaker wire I borrowed from my dads mono sound system.  One of my friends had a nine volt battery borrowed from an older siblings radio.

  Spent the day blasting.  I can't believe none of us were hurt as our explosive packs got bigger and the already short wire got shorter every time. The worst of it was the trouble I got into for wrecking the speaker wire.

  A few years back I visited my parents home and walked into the woods to the old pit.  There was still a small crater there which we made some forty years earlier.

  Even back then there were serious legal consequences had we been caught.  I could not imagine what would happen today if some kids did the same and were caught.

HolyfieldsOtherEar's picture

Did all of those except 2, 3, 17 and 22.


No way my folks would have allowed #17.


Don't like peanut butter.


A Nanny Moose's picture

FFS I still pack PBJ's when I ski. Cheaper than slope food. Leaves more money for beer.

NoDebt's picture

Ow!  Dammit, we said ONLY ONE PUMP on the gun!!  That had to be at least four, you asshole!


Pairadimes's picture

Only did that once. Got a bb stuck under the skin on my forearm and had to dig it out.

Dindu Nuffins's picture

I still have a pellet in my face, just under my cheekbone.

mtndds's picture

We would dress up in our little league catchers outfits with work goggles and shoot each other with only 2 pumps of the BB gun.  It was like modern day paintball but with BB's.  Sweet times.

A Nanny Moose's picture

I am suprised paintball is still legal. It is educational, tactically.

Zero Point's picture

Lol, I had to dig a hardened bit of chewing gum from an air-rifle out of my leg once.

And a chunk of 5c coin a friend shot with his .22 another time.


Closet Boy's picture

We went further and shot Estes rockets at each other.  Today, we would be locked up in GITMO.

zhandax's picture

We didn't intentionally, but sometimes all the engines didn't fire on the multi-engine setups.  I chased half the 5th grade class across the playground with a Saturn 5.

pilager's picture

Fucked in the car.... Daily

Smear the queer

Wedgie the nerds

Friday night kegger bash (house and field)
Tuesday night drive inn ... 2 in the trunk

Daily Cases of beer run... At 16

Full moon!!! Streak so you get a peak! And take it out cuz its nice out... I think I'll leave it out.!

Lol.... It's unbelievable ... I'd be locked up!

SloMoe's picture

Fire-crackers? Kid stuff...


I had a chemistry kit and a set of encyclopedias. Had my mom write me note to the local pharmacy for saltpeter and sulfur (to replenish the chemistry kit :)), and I made my own gunpowder.

post turtle saver's picture

this list is missing...

- raking leaves into the street and burning them using lighter fluid and/or gasoline as a starter

- taking the trash out to the burn pile / burn barrel and watching it to make sure the fire took and did a thorough job; bonus points if you threw in hairspray or other aerosol cans to watch them explode, just to pass the time; double bonus points if you got the fire hot enough to do crude forgings

- not just climbing a tree, but grabbing some nails and scrap lumber and building a tree house while you were up there

- making crude ramps out of scrap wood and paint cans so you could jump your bike on them; bonus points if you set them up so you could try to jump over something and land on an opposite ramp

- owning/riding a minibike; bonus if you skipped the helmet

- climbing on the roof of your house/barn/etc, then jumping off

- racing the neighbor's mean dog on your bike on purpose, because fuck that stupid dog

- just lived / worked on a farm in general; bonus if you helped w/ the machinery

- edit: had a bb gun of any kind and shot it frequently, plus someone else already mentioned creativity with fireworks...

hell this list could go on and on... fun stuff, work stuff, you name it that kids today rarely if ever do anymore... lawyers and the self-esteem crowd got a choke hold on the education system and it's been downhill ever since... fucking sad... we had see-saws, jungle gyms, you name it... now you're lucky if you get 30 minutes of sun a day... sad and pathetic...

OBRon's picture

Or took part in BB gun wars without any protection and going home with blood blisters all over your stupid body.

Or played Capture the Flag at night in the woods and ganging up on the biggest kid for the takedown - "caughty caught caught fucking 1 2 3!!!"

Or lashing two canoes together to make war canoes with sails and make like Vikings by attacking each other (paddles on edge can hurt wicked bad!)

Going on camping trips and waiting till late to unpeg your friend's tent and floating it out on a lake to see how long it took for your friend to wake up and bail.

Or torture your cat by seeing how many boxes and drawers he could barely get out of.

Or simply go tubing on a hot summer day in snake-infested creeks and rivers with a tube for the cooler and its refreshing contents. 

Or wait until late at night at one end of a long, narrow bridge (no shoulder) across a reservoir in a convertible, waiting for another car to start crossing the bridge from the opposite direction - then speed towards them until you're only a hundred yards away, then veer into their lane and turn off the headlights to see what the other car would do.

Or form a "Bridge Club" and go out and paint local railroad bridges with tribal expressions of braggadocio about the high school you went to that you otherwise hated.

Or set up a cherry bomb with a cigarette fuse under your counselor's bed, and run like hell when it went off.

Or grease bowling balls at the local alley and toss "lofters" as far down the lane as possible before the ball slams down.

Or play dead with your BF when you're both 9 and lay on the curb of a street until someone stops and jumps out of their car in horror - and hope you can run faster than they do.

Or skip school and drive to the beach (or shore if in NJ) and find some college kids to make washtubs of "Pink Pussies" with pink lemonade, Everclear, and all sorts of fruit - then see how far you can navigate the boardwalk before passing out.

Or build a huge bonfire with wood and "meadow muffins" by a farm pond and go skinny dipping with all the hot girls from school.

Or engage in plain old drag racing - but with a twist, heading down into the slums and stirring up trouble first.

Or do Mischief Night (do they still do that???) and set paper bags full of dog shit on the doorsteps of people you hate, set the bags aflame, ring the doorbell and hide behind the bushes and wait for the fun.

Or steal vegetables from a neighbor's garden when you're seven, and cook them over a fire in the back yard, pretending you're vagabonds and hobos.

Or engage in water balloon fights - with whatever local liquid ingredients suit you.  No explanation necessary.

Or sneak into the biology classroom when the teachers are not around and make darts out of dissecting needles and try to spear the goldfish in the aquarium from across the room.

Or in the same class, try to light industrial size packages of cotton balls with a flint - only to find out they catch fire bitchin' fast - and then throw the whole burning mass into a garbage can and douse with water only to have smoke billow out into the hall - and then run down the hall and around the corner before running into a very pissed bio teacher and having the quick wits to look panicked and claim you were just coming to get him to tell him about the fire.

Or fill beakers with iodine in Chemistry class and toss chunks of potassium at it until you damn near blow the place up.

Or build one of those newfangled things called "skateboards" with a piece of 2x6 and an old roller skate - then jump on it on the biggest hill in the neighborhood you can find, and ride it down at unholy speeds until one of the wheels hits a stone and sends you head over heels into your first out-of-body experience and countless stitches later.

Or take apart a VW bug and reassemble it in the hall outside the principal's office on the weekend, then pack as many kids into it as possible just before school opens.

Or make pop can mortars by welding about 20 cans end to end (sans tops & bottoms), filling the base with gunpowder, and a tennis ball - then lighting them off at the opposing crowd at HS football games or other crowded events.

Or toss down burning shots of 151 and, after losing count of how many you've done, miss your mouth and set your whole face on fire.  And then have your ever-trusty BF whip out the CO2 fire extinguisher and turn you into Frosty the Snowman in one quick pull of the trigger.

You know... normal shit like that.