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!

Vicks under the eyes. Made us cry but I can't remember it getting us off games either.
Hiding up a tree to avoid games.

IlovePonyo - I feel guilty now - she had the most beautiful hair and I think she collected rainwater to wash it. But it was quite an unusual thing to do even then.

I really wanted long hair as a child so I put 3 pairs of tights on my head and plaited them so I had long plaits. Problem was one pair was purple. I told my boss once at work and she was actually crying. There is photographic evidence of that one too.

At uni we found a trolley so at 2am we went outside taking turns to spin each other around then took a trip over a nearby bridge. We then took it into our halls and just left it in the kitchen. Hall mates were very confused the next morning.

Another time my friend d at uni wanted to take a cone home after a drunken night out (as you do as a student), a workman pulled up in a van at 2am to take it off her! The next day on my way back from lectures, I knew she had been disappointed so I picked one up and walked back with it and presented it to her. I thought it was normal, they all thought I was mad and brilliant.

One evening we were bored so went through the fridge and threw loads of food out of our windows onto the cars below. One had a trifle splattered into the windscreen, another had a bonnet full of beans. The beans one went out the next day and still shad beans on it when it returned.

I used to get lads I fancied to carry me when I didn't want to walk. They did as well!

Just remembered something a few more...
The great idea I had to tie a rope to the back of the milkman's milk float and hold onto it when I was on roller skates. Only I TIED the other end round my wrists and it went faster than I expected.... [ luckily he heard my screams!)

And deciding with a group of mates to go and have a campfire in a field..we pinched two haybales for seats, and merrily got the fire going and the frying pan out. Only it WAS a hayfield that had just been cut...

Luckily crop stubble burning WAS still legal back then, so I like to think we helped him out when the whole damn field caught fire

I have never mentioned any of this to my kids!!!!

:D :D These stories are hilarious

Oh I remember the weirdest one. When I was 5-6 we used to walk over to the church with school. My best friend and I were fascinated by the graves, especially the ones that were recent. As she lived near the church, we planned that I was going to sleep there and we would sneak out and dig one up one night. I did go and sleep there but we did decide not to go and dig up a corpse. I still wanted to though.

Crapbag, when I was lacking inspiration for my second childs name I used to wander around the cemetery! I was an adult. I do not have a child called Bert or Wilfred. (though i am very fond of both names)

Poor woman nova at collecting rainwater to wash her hair....

I used to have a cup of water by my bed when I was young, I used to dip my finger in and drop the water by my eye and pretend I was crying.

In Primary 5 I just to push my eyeballs in with my fingers and then freak myself out as I could only see an outerspace-like blur for a few seconds. I'd do it for longer and longer periods until one day I thought I'd gone blind.

Why the heck didn't the teacher notice?

Plenty of Albert, Alfred and Wilfred round here.

These are making me laugh out loud a lot - the standing on one leg and taking the labrador out whil pretending to be blind are hilarious.

Nominating this for classics, it's the funniest thread I've ever read

My friend Lucy and I made a pact... To cross all bridges on the outside! There's usually a little ledge of some sort to edge across.We lived in the Fens and there are a lot of little footbridges on paths. However, we continued our pact on the large bridges with dual carriageways on them in the town.

Mad crushes on teachers, oh dear, I tried to impress them by reading poetry between lessons as we walked from room to room. With the poetry book held up in front of my face. I hoped they would see how sensitive and mature I was...

Hyperventilating to fake asthma...I didn't like hockey.

Utterly brilliant! 'Do you have plans to bring out multi-packs of 14 crisps?' has killed me.

We sold our family home, the only house I had until then ever lived in, when I was 14. I didn't want to move AT ALL, and we moved all of four miles own the road. I found it really traumatic

Anyway, when we moved, we left a load of fitted wardrobes in my old bedroom. Behind one of them, I wrote a message to the new owners saying that this was MY bedroom, and not theirs and stuff along those lines. Mortifying. Proper mortifying.

We thought it was really exciting to ring the Speaking Clock. We only did it if our parents were out.

Barbies Lego swimming pool leaked a lot of water in the spare bedroom. Barbies barbecue in the same venue was worse...

Jupiter would a baby name book not have done?

when I was about 12, and phone boxes were popular, we used to take a note of the phone number which was printed inside the phone box and then randomly call it hoping that a stranger would answer. if they ever did (which was pretty regular) we would either say a) I can see you! in a 'scary' voice. b) do lots of heavy breathing, c) scream as loud as we could d) say HELP!

When the same friend and I were about 5, we would find any bucket-usually her mums ancient brown one which waa covered in white paint. we would fill it up with cold water, put in loads of petals from her mums beautiful flowers in her beautiful garden, then go round every house in the street asking tje neighbours if they wanted to buy any perfume. we did this every single Saturday, and every single saturday one lovely lady would go get a cup from her kitchen, take some 'perfume' and give us 10p each which made our day and meant we could go buy sweets! when our parents eventually found out we both were grounded for a fortnight.

my sister and I were walking home from school one day, when we came across one of those banana sweets lying on the ground which had clearly been there for days. not that we were bothered, we physically fought over it, then eventually agreed to half it. IT HAD A GIANT BLACK FOOTPRINT ON IT WHERE SOMEONE HAD WALKED ON IT! We still weren't bothered, and my sister cried the rest of the way home as apparently I got the bigger bit

why?

This is such a fab thread! I am laughing out loud!

I have so many things but I have blocked them out of my mind!

I do remember fancying someone (who I never even spoke to!) on our school bus and on the days my Dad drove me home I used to run down the road so I could be walking past him when he got off the bus - so exciting at the time, he must have thought I was mad.

We also did the standing as close as possible to people we fancied, again what must they have thought?

Ok, I have really enjoyed this thread and actually feel like contributing one more...

When I was about 8 my sister and I, using the plastic middle of a kinder egg, captured a tiny piece of poo from the toilet and posted it through a neighbours letterbox.

I have no idea why

As a 7 or 8 year old I used to rub toothpaste all over my hands in the mornings before school, and then lick it off during lessons, safe in the knowledge that my delicious minty 'snack' was not food, and therefore I couldn't get told off for eating in class.

Crapbag. The poor child was nameless for 12 days.. I had exhausted all other sources. . In fact the only reason he has a name is because my poor nan died when he was 10 days old. My mum got upset as she couldn't place the obit saying 'great grandmother to..' so I just picked a name out of a hat in the end! Sorry to digress on this very funny thread

the banana sweet on the floor has made me cry laughing.