Things I still wonder why the hell I did that as a kid...

[TonytheFish]

20 years later, this still makes me wonder why I was such an odd child!

I was a bit shy granted, but still...

In 2nd year seniors, start of the new school year, new art class and teacher, everyone gets in and sits down at new desks, I was the last one in...and my spot at the table had no chair!

So, did I mention to the teacher that there was no chair! nope.

What I did, was sort of crouch down, into some fake sitting position and stay there for the entire double period! Pretending to sit! As if no one would notice...!

It is this sort of thing, that means I will never ever attend a school reunion!

Awesome thread!

I stuck chewing gum behind my ear like violet bearegarde
And ate dog biscuits
And set fire to water - I was very impressed with this, I sprayed aerosol into a glass half full of water and then dropped a match in. Blue flames across the surface of the water! Then got scared and threw the whole lot out of my bedroom window.
I stole a blackbirds egg from a nest and tried to hatch it in my bedroom. Didn't work. Feel v bad now.

I once decided to get changed into my netball gear whilst in the middle of a French class. No idea why and it turned out very badly when the French teacher trailed off slowly what he was saying and just gawped at me open mouthed. This was while I was sat their with my school skirt half way around my ankles and the socks and shoes on the floor beside me. Pooor man was speechless.

I did have a netball match after his lesson but we were always given plenty of time to get changed so not quite sure why I felt the need to do this

Was 16 and on my third job.. Bought a sunray lamp from colleague's catalogue and rushed home to use it. The next day she said she could see that I'd used it already, and I sat there with my badly burned bright red face and chest, and white goggle shaped eyes, and insisted I hadn't used it yet.... and literally!

My dad, brother and I also did (and still do) the sneaking up and putting a peg on someone. We usually just go for one or two which means the person is more likely to actually lave the house still wearing it. My dad and brother also spend a lot of time putting annoying things in annoying places to... annoy each other. My Dad has a particular hatred of the silver foil from the orange juice carton opening so my brother hides it in his socks, shoes, books, etc. When I was younger he took all the horrible old hair from my hairbrish and left it on my dad's flannel! Fortunately my mum found and removed it before my dad did.

When we were about 8, my best friend Helen and I invented a "game" whereby I would dance around the room holding my Girl's World head as if it were a dance partner. We pretended that the head was Jayne Torvill, and I was Christopher Dean. Helen would watch, give a score, and then take the head and play the part of Dean. We spent hours doing this. Literally hours.

Several years later, we both had a huge teenage crush on Bjork. At one point, we decided that this wasn't "normal" (although we both later came out as lesbians!) so we racked our brains to think of another public figure to obsess over. We settled on President John F Kennedy. This was in 1995...

And how could I forget this classic? My father brought a Dymo machine home from work to make some labels. I, aged about 15 at the time, made a label that said "My new name is David Fatchett" (his name is David, but our surname isn't Fatchett) and stuck it to the back of his suit jacket. The next morning he was leaving for work, and (thankfully) my mother spotted it. Imagine if he'd gone to work with it still attached! His colleagues would have ridiculed him! At the time he was in senior management. What was I thinking??

When I was 12ish I accidentally dipped my hair in a pot of gloss paint whilst painting a skirting board. Then without telling my mum what had happened, I tried to shampoo it out...

I had to have the next morning off school while my mum took me for an emergency haircut.

My party trick aged 7 was to eat the sticker on my apple. Every lunchtime. For months. That was until my teacher spotted me and told me off. Don't remember what he said to me or know if he lied to me but I do remember that I had nightmares after that, that inside my stomach it looked like a 1930's suitcase covered in lots of different shaped stickers.

I also thought that lipstick made from licking a red skittle and wiping it over my lips actually looked good.

Did anybody else know at least one person in late primary or very early secondary school who claimed to be pregnant?

ooh I was also in the official Spice Girls fanclub.

Does anyone eremember doing handstands against the wall at school, spreading your legs into a v shape and another girl doing one right behind you until someones arms gave out and you all fell in a heap? Yeah, they banned us doing that. Can't imagine why.

I also told people in primary school I only had 4 weeks to live, right before the 6 week holidays

A girl in high school pretended to have amnesia once, kept it up for weeks, with girls guiding her round school, pointing out things like 'table' and 'pen' for her. I was quite a cynical teen and called bullshit but lots of people fell for it. Her memory miraculously came back once the novelty wore off!

Me and my friends all used to sleep at mine aged about 13 and then we used to creep out at about midnight and just go roaming around the really dark woods wearing just our pyjamas. Once me and a friend thought it would be a really good idea to 'borrow' my dad's honda scooter so I took the keys and helmets and she tried to start it with me on the back and we crashed it into the road. Instead of owning up we then proceeded to go on midnight wander and then we crept back into my house and then in the morning denied all knowledge of the crashed scooter. Weirdly my parents never questioned why my pyjamas were covered in mud and the drinks cabinet was half empty.

Also I used to do this weird thing of putting on a really awful Cockney accent whenever I fancied anyone. I am from the Somerset. The very thought of this makes me cringe even now. I was single A LOT in my teens.

redrubyindigo - love the story about your dad.

I nearly killed my grandad when I was about 12. I convinced him to go on a rollercoaster with me, promised him it was like a kids train it was actually one of the biggest rides in Australia!!

It had loops and everything!

Then he got revenge when we stopped and the controller said we could go round again as it was the last ride of the day. My grandad made the staff come and let him off. He was white and shaking.

Awful but hilarious. He was only in his 50's so I wasn't abusing a pensioner

My dad used to get me and my brother out the house at least once a week for either a bike ride or, in the winter, for cross country skiing (Scandinavia). We were lazy and hated cross country (v. hard, sweaty work), so once when we were around 7 and 9, instead of taking our own ski boots along, we took the next ones up (I took mum's, little brother took mine). We thought that was an ingenious and funny way to get out of having to ski. Dad near enough exploded with anger when we got to the ski lodge and noticed what we had done. We didn't have to ski, but never dared pull that one again, either..

When I was 12 and on a riding camp, my period suddenly came on. I had no pads with me and was too shy to ask for any, so fashioned my own. I ripped a piece out of a plastic bag to be the base, then nicked a big sheet of cotton wool from one of the girls working at the stables and wound a lot of toilet roll around this contraption. I attached it to my pants by winding more toilet paper around the "pad" and my gusset . I used the same pad for the remaining 3 days, only replaced the top layer or toilet roll with fresh stuff.

When I was about 11 I really wanted my periods to start, thinking it would make me all grown up!

So, I had a papercut once, with the tiniest amount of blood.....which I then rubbed on my knickers, like the tiniest, dot of blood. Then told my Mam I had started! She just looked at me, sighed, and walked off!

6 months later I really started, and understood why my Mam did not believe me! I thought I would bleed to death!

I love cats - we used to have 4 at home when I was at primary school. Clearly I started to identify with them a bit too much as I went through a phase of washing myself like one. Just sitting there, at my desk, a seven year old licking my arms...

When I was 13 or 14, riding my bicycle to school along a busy road, I suddenly decided to see what it would be like for a blind person to ride a bike. Shut my eyes, & rode into the back bumper of a parked van, needless to say. A kind man came rushing to see if I was all right... If only he knew

ToysRLuv, that sounds like product design genius personally. Especially given limited resources.

You were 12 and you'd got your period and you sorted yourself out. I think you should commend yourself.

winky: Thanks! I sort of am. But, then again, I could have simply asked stable owner lady or some of the stable girls for pads?

Ah, I do avoid difficult situations at all costs.

I bit the next door neighbour on the bum

I used to pick lint off socks and it eat it

I once told my teacher my mum spent her night's working as a belly dancer

LRD your mention of pouring wax onto cuts has reminded me of another of my wierd things.

In my early teens I used to have some candles in my bedroom. My favourite thing was to light them, blow them out, then dip my fingers in the hot melted wax and peel it off again. No idea why!

Have just been told off by DH for snorting with laughter and shaking with giggles reading this thread which has woke him up.

I was a really strange kid. I had a MAJOR crush on Donnie Wahlberg from New Kids On The Block. (Cringes already at what I'm about to share) I used to save up my pocket money to go to the phone box to call the operator and ask to be put through to Mr D Wahlberg in Boston. I never faltered at waking up grumpy Americans as there was no time difference in my head and if they weren't Donnie, and why and how would they be, I'd ask 'so do you know his number then?' I did this quite a few times

I'm remembering lots more now....

I thought that painting my nails with tippex was the height of sophistication

I once spent an afternoon walking up and down our lovely village shouting 'bastard' at the top of my voice over and over and over and to a few passing cars. I must've been about 9

I would have been about 9 or 10 there was a whole bunch of similar aged kids on the street. We were all obsessed with the film Labyrinth. We would make a bog of eternal stench. Dog shit rotting peelings everything gross we could find went in this large puddle on the verge. I was always Sarah and to this day can recite every line from that film :D

Clearly we had a death wish as kids we lived in a village. We were given a huge amount of freedom. We would go down the woods and make rope swings that swung over an old quarry. We would build rafts and go down the river on them. Or piss about inside a castle ruins.

As we got older say 14ish we would camp in the woods with mahoosive bottles of cider.