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!

Oh I should mention, we did insist on charging an entry fee into this concert - think it was something like 50p

I was about 9. There was a bush round the corner from my house on the side of the road (i.e. didn't belong to anyone) which had pink flowers in the summer. The one year some yellow flowers appeared on it so I picked some for my mum and took them home for her. She asked me where they had come from, perhaps thinking that I'd nicked them from someone's garden.

For some reason I thought I'd get in trouble for telling her I took them off this bush so I told her a man gave me them. When she asked where the man was and what he looked like, I told her he was in this street which was dead rough and described just a generic bloke. Not sure

Cue my head case dad calling up three of his biggest and hardest friends to drive around the estate with me in the back of his car looking for this non-existant bloke. All the time I was wondering why I didn't just fess up but I was in too deep

I have been in tears reading this thread. The majority of comments could have actually been written by me. I too cut my own fringe, waaaay too short and was left with about a centimetre of hair/stubble right along the hairline.

Once (13yrs) I decided to use my mum's fake tan so that I'd have a lovely pair of tanned pins for PE and everyone would be jealous. Unfortunately my school trousers had rubbed some of the fake tan off. Ended up wearing my jogging bottoms instead of shorts

Another time (12 ish) after having been in the shower, got ready, tipped my head upside-down and applied some mousse to my very curly hair in the bathroom... Cue strange looks from my siblings and dad and then "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?". I hadn't actually looked in the mirror properly but as it turned out I'd used my mum's bright red colour mousse instead of the normal stuff.

Also, when I was about 5/6, all of the kids in our street used to all play together but the youngest child was very annoying. One of the older kids always dared him to do things, the worst was to eat dog poo. Poor kid was in tears and terrified not to do it

At about 10yrs, myself and older brother wondered what would be the best way to kill a spider. We put it in a glass and poured all kinds of things on it... Lighter fluid, bleach, windowlene... The little shit wouldn't die. So db had an amazing idea, we'd set it on fire. He dropped a match into the glass and sure enough the spider died. He also lost his eyebrows when the fire exploded in his face!!! Hahaha. Still cracks me up

Dcoz and I were about 10. We decided it would be really cool to tie our ankles and wrists together (behind our backs for added difficulty) and try to hop/stagger up the 6ft high old rickety wooden step ladder, turn round at the top, then slide down the diagonal strut at the back and jump off the bottom. I went first and managed all of the above. At the bottom of the back of the steps was a horizontal strut which I just had to jump elegantly off backwards and I would be done. I jumped off, fell backwards and broke my wrist. 6 weeks in plaster for the whole of the summer hols. Can you picture us telling our parents what we'd been doing. They were like, 'But WHY?'. I guess there was no answer really.

OMG. I have to spend more time in Classics!!!

I'm cracking up at this comment:
he said "nice jersey, I haven't gotten mine yet, you're quick off the mark!" and I thought that was code for "I love you, have my babies".

Just glad I have the office to myself today so I can actually laugh out loud.

At 3/4 years old, I used to pick old chewing gum off the road and chew it. Only on hot summer days when the gum was softer. I can remember the smell and tasty of hot, minty tarmac to this day --and the unpleasant sensation of finding a crunchy bit).

I used to have imaginary horses and spend hours doing the whole "child agility" thing over the showjumping course I built in our back garden.

My Sindy used to get terrible abuse - she used to get tied up naked and hung. I don't know why I was so cruel to her.

I also used to eat paper. I recall going on an exchange trip to Germany and having a dodgy tummy (probably a mixture of nerves and my first helping of sauerkraut), so that night I quietly ate sheets of paper until it settled.

I remember in primary school merrily cutting all the corners off the books in the reading corner because I reasoned that the other children might poke themselves in the eye if i didn't. Was very confused when the teacher went mental at me, I had thought it was quite a sensible thing to do!

I was obsessed with horses and horse riding, and like some previous posters I used to 'show jump' in my garden and 'canter' on my bike. I've just realised how that must of looked - a 9 year old humping a bike.

I also wanted to BE a horse - I used to canter around the house on all fours and refuse to speak human, neighing and making that horse 'pffft' noise. I probably looked more like Spider-man on acid.

I also wrote a story at school about a horse family in St. Lucia (?!). The mum horse gave birth and I went into disturbingly graphic detail in the birth scene . My mum seemed slightly shocked that I knew what 'labia' were.

I also used to steal chicken eggs out of the fridge and hide them in my sock drawer, hoping they'd hatch and I'd get a secret pet chicken to love.

I really loved animals as a child!

Oh I'm so sad I'm at the end of this thread ???? I weed on one of my Teddys once. No idea why.

Ate cheese melted in the radiator.

My friend and I used to pretend we were twins from Liverpool, accent and all. We weren't. We were from Northampton.

Used to pretended to my younger sister I was really a vampire and if she told any one I'd turn her too. Then I used the wake her up in the night all wife eye and hissing at her

Wide** eyed. Obviously

at many of these.

Remember those 'what I did during the holidays' stories you had to write?

I used to spice mine up, with stories of great adventures such as me going missing in down large holes overnight and handing out with foxes in the woods.

I've NO idea why I wasn't questioned on them by either my teachers or parents but at the time I thought they believed it!!

Friend and I had started to go into town shopping on our own and we thought it great fun to pretend to be foreign, a different nationality every Saturday. This was passable as French, German etc. One Saturday we chose Japanese. Cue us making utter twats of ourselves in McDonalds as we pretended not to understand the people behind the counter and pointing to ourselves saying 'Japanese' very loudly in the worst stereotypical accents.

My friend and I were not Japanese. In any way. We were translucent white and fair haired of Irish extraction. I wonder if it was the Celtic looks or the lack of actual Japanese that gave us away...

Oh god I'm going to have to read the rest of this thread in the daytime not at 4am. im hiding under the duvet laughing. im going to wake dh or dd up

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ha it's amazing the things you have buried I your mind then they suddenly re appear after reading this thread!

my friend and I used to write fake letters to the Just 17 problem page..... and they used to print them!

Oh so many things me and a friend flooded her bathroom aged about 10 and decided to try Hoover up the water
Same friend and I would raid the cupboards and dare each other to eat salt and drink vinegar, the thought still makes me nauseous.
The amount of times I pretended to be drunk as a teenager, because I didn't and still don't like actually being drunk, is so cringeworthy. Why oh why?
I realise this is an old thread but off loading felt good

When I was 12 I had a massive crush on a boyish my year-lets call him Joe Bloggs. I got a plain white T-shirt and sewed (in wool) 'I love Joe Bloggs' on the back of it with a heart.

One day I was wearing it in our local theme park and Joe Bloggs walked past! My face was burning!

We phoned random numbers from the local phone box and said to whoever answered. 'Is Mr Wall there?', 'Is Mrs Wall there?', 'Are any Walls there?'. Upon the 'no' we said 'you better get out then cos your house is about to fall down'!!