OT Funny things we did when we where little

My parents were telling me that when I was about 3 or 4 years old, I was playing with my Tonka trucks and decided that they needed an oil change. I guess I went off, and found the closest looking thing to oil I could find. I grabbed a jug of mapel syrup and started dumping it allover my Tonka truck, trying to get it on the fake plastic engine. needless to say, there was a stain in the carpet that could go away for a month and come back. I guess right before we moved out of the duplex, we washed the stain! anybody else have some funny storys of what they did when they where little?

Jordan

 

My mom says when i was about 3, i would watch the trash disappear into the trash truck from our 2nd story apt in New York and say SONOFABITCH real slow

 

My brother and I used to pour gasoline all over the street and wait for a car to come by and then throw a match on it right before the car got there so we could watch them drive through a wall of flame.

 

at about six or seven, I helped my old man wash his car. After he went in for his nap, I poured sand down the defroster vents, rolled up the windows, locked the doors and stuffed a garden hose through the wing window. Man those old Merc's were pretty air tight. It held enough water to get my ass whooped after he got up.

 

My mom tells me that when I was real little I'd always pull the belt off the kirby vacuum

 

That is fuckin' funny right there.

 

No offence, but that story combined with your screen name cracked me the fu*k up!

When my brother and I were about 10 and 11, we were watching a movie on TV with my dad. There was a part where a guy drove off a cliff in a car and crashed and burned. We asked our dad how they did it. Our dad told us that they hired guys from death row to drive the cars. We believed it and told all our friends.

 

One of my classmates entertained himself while sitting in his dad's '65 Chevelle (fairly new car at the time), waiting for him to come out of the hardware store, by repeatedly pushing in the cigarette lighter and then pressing patterns into the vinyl front seat. Guess what happened when his dad came back?

 

(I've been told this happened when I was but 3.....)

When Elvis came on the Ed Sullivan show I would turn off the TV (Mom's favorite singer) and dad would laugh his head off, and mom got mad.

When Gina Lollobrigida (a well-endowed Italian actress & singer) would come on TV - I would stand next to the screen and say "ooooooo" while my dad laughed his head off, and mom got mad.

 

When I was little my friend and I played gas station with the garden hose and my dad's 69 chevy. He made it about a mile before the car crapped out. After he had the car towed home my dad spent the rest of the day draining the water out of the tank, lines and carb.

 

When I was four my nieghbour found me playing - on the suburban railroad tracks behind the house, I had climbed a 6ft fence to get there too. That was the 1st of a lot of grief my mum got from whilst I was "playing".

 

I painted my first pedal car gray primer, with flames. My dad didn't take to kindly to that and put it to the curb... I hear they're worth some $$$ now.

As an aside, my youngest runs around the house making tire squealing noises and yelling "Yee Haw!", no matter what he's doing. When his friends asked him what he wanted to be when he grows up (he's 3) he told them he wanted to be a "Duke boy".

Jay

 

I was rebuilding a 69 camaro about 20 hears ago when my oldest was about 5. I was putting new brakes on it and when I went to put the tire back on I couldnt find the lug nuts. I asked my son if he knew where they were and he said he didnt know with a blank look on his face. Well I rounded up some more lugnuts and finished the job. About a week later we were going to load up the 4 wheelers to go to the sand dunes and when I cranked up my 250x honda it started spiting lugnuts out of the tail pipe!

 

When we were little I remember when my folks went into a store or something and left us in the car, we used to sit in the steering wheel and pretend we were driving, also used to ride around in the back of the Stude station wagon with the rear seat folded up riding on the edge of the bottom when it was up against the back of the front seat. I think the only reason my parents let us ride there was because we were within reach of my mom's back hand.

 

I was about 13 or so, my brother and I had an HO slot car drag track in the basement, probably 40 feet long. I had the fastest car, one day I challenged him to a drag race. He could use my car, I'd use the blue van with the old MagnaTraction chassis. And give him a half track head start.
He didn't know I had an Estes model rocket engine wired to the pickups.
I still won, smashed that fucker into the wall, THEN the chute charge went off, sulphur and smoke all over the place. Mom was s'posed to be home real soon, what a mess!

 

Then, of course, I grew up to buy my first car... no a/c
Cruising hot summer St. Louis with the windows up so everyone thought we had air and shit..............

 

When me and my brother were young, I was 3 and he was 4, we lived on a Ranch in Reedley, Ca. The foreman of the ranch would drive me and my brother around on a tractor and let use drive. One day, he came in from the fields, we asked for a ride, but he said the tractors were too tired.

So me and my brother just sat in the seats turning the steering wheels and making motor sounds. Then my brother dared me to hit the starter button. Unbeknowst to me, he had turned the ignition key on. The tractor fired right up. I jumped off the tractor, ran into the house and told Hitosan (foremen) that the tractor wasn't tired. He gave us both rides after that.

 

Long road trip, a bag of marbles, and a Fairlane station wagon. The strip of metal between the fins and lower window belt molding made a perfect alley to roll those marbles off the back and into traffic coming up behind. YIKES.

 

Why is it, when Superman put on his cape and jumped out of a window he could fly? I put on a cape and jump out of a window, I didn't!!!

 

When I was little, sitting in my fathers 46 Chevy, I decided to push the cigarette lighter in, and look at it to find a bunch of red-hot rings.

I looked at my thumb, saw a bunch of rings, and shoved the two together. Worst pain, ever.

I shoved my hand in a toaster to get pop-tarts out too.

-Rick

 

Yeah, same here.
Except mine was a parachute. I got an old bottom bedsheet, the kind that had the rounded corners sewn in it. I tied the four corners with twine, and then to the back of my belt. I wadded it all up and held it behind me, and took off running down our long driveway. I let it go, thinking it would immediately fill with air and slow me down. Afterall, it always worked for the dragsters! But, instead it just dropped down on the backs of my legs (I was wearing shorts) and tangled up my feet. Well...., needless to say, I went skidding down the driveway to a bloody stop. And I'm not talking like a 'Limey' here. I think my mom used a half box of Band-aids, and of course that bottle of liquid torture, Bactine!
I never did that again...

 

When my roommate was about six, he was sitting in the parking lot at church. He hopped over the bench seat and starting playing with the steering wheel... eventually he decided it was a good idea to play with the column shifter. He ended up in neutral... when the car started to roll backwards across the parking lot, he got scared and jumped back into the back seat

 

My brother was sleeping on the couch so I pushed candies up his nose!!!!

 

when i was about 5 my aunt and uncle came to vist, just before they left i proped nails infront and behind all 4 of there tires, about a 1/2 hour after they left they called and said they had 4 flat tires, at about 7 i figured out that you could stuff just the right length nails ,3 or 4, into apples, foam cups and pop cans, and toss they out onto the street, some people just seem to aim at stuff laying out on the road.

 

At three years old I tried to help Dad in the garage. He was doing a litle paint work on his '55 Chevy drag car - the "Jade Grenade" Apparently I ended up pouring a quart of metallic green laquer over myself and promptly got a bath in paint thinner.

Back in the days good little boys were rewarded with things like high powered BB guns instead of video games. Didn't take too long before my younger brother and I had cleared out the yard of small mammals and the bird community posted a no-fly zone in our vicinity. We were bored, and needed an exciting target. My brother bets I cant hit someone on the golf course! I, being the better marksman can't pass on this. Hell, it's only a BB right? So, all sniper style I get down between the trunks of these thick "privacy" bushes.
Take aim on this fat lady, who has another big yard, Wheeling Road and a whole lot of fairway between us. Raise the barrel up to account for a lot of drop over that distance, fired, and hit the poor broad knocking her over! Didn't stick around even though we had cover...but it was a good 1000 ft shot!!!!


At a later age, my little brother and I decided two of us operating our one man go-kart was a good idea. I operated the pedals and since he was sitting right in front of me Ryan got steering duties. Two brains operating one machine = potential for disaster. So we come full bore through the back yard towards the shed to put our hot rod away, I brake and nothing is happening on account of the grass is wet from dew. Bouncing though the yard has shaken Ryan forward so his foot comes out in front of the tires. Little Bro steers right into the shed mashing foot between shed and go-kart. You've never heard a ten year old swear so much, so loud in your life!

 

hey I still do stuff like this, at age 12 my brother beat me up, he was 20, so I went and smashed the windows on his tip "project car"- he still reminds me about it. me at age 21
Age 14 dad told me to drive the prime mover down to the bottom paddock on dusk- I'd just put it into Low 4 and looked up to see the wire gate dissapering under the front bumper, I said nothing to dad, and dad blamd my brother coming home from the pub pissed- he got a hiding for it
playing grass drifting with a mate in a farm ute, it involved going about 70km on wet grass and "throwing the wheel" and putting you hands across your chest and let it go- well one time it went straight for the alleyway wire fences, I grabbed the wheel and turned and turned and braked and we went straight through both- hey both stood straight back up as if nothing had happened- except that dad noticed the marks and followed them- whoops
last week I came of the top of a dirt road hill, and in the middle of the road was a huge kangaroo, I slammed on the brakes and did a 130kmh "pirouet" on gravel in my ute and wiped out a white roadside post going backwards.

 

Juke Joint Johhny and sandfordsotherson tell me that when I was little I used to hide up on the hill behind our house and throw rocks down at them and my older brother while they were working on their VW's. Apparently I did this all the time, and had deadly accuracy. I probably got away with it cause by the time they climbed the long steep hill I could get away.


I remember using glad trash bags as parachutes and jumping from the roof and then my next door neighbor and I had a better idea to use our parents good umbrellas...

One damp night my next door neighbor and I collected snails around our houses, enough to fill a 5 gallon bucket halfway! Then we had the bright idea to throw every single one of them against our garage door as hard as we could. My dad was in a band and they were practicing in the garage so they never heard a thing. The next morning guts and shells and stains littered the driveway and door. I got it good for that one.

 

When I was 3 or 4 (so I'm told) my dad was keeping a Navy buddy's '72 Corvette for him while he was off on a tour. Well, apparently they hear this 'thump thump thump' and look out the front window to see me jumping up and down on the front fender....

Another time, I decided to help my dad out in the garage. See, he did bodywork and paint on the weekends to supplement what he made as a civil servant in SoCal. Anyway, he was just about finished with this newer Chevy half ton truck that he was about to paint black, when I decided to pick up a ball peen hammer and walk around the truck hammering on it - just the same way I saw him do. That added a day or three extra to the length of time to get it ready to paint....

Another story is that when Dad drove home from Vandenberg AFB to Santa Maria where we lived, he'd always stop at the shopette on base and pick up 2 Olympia Tallboys. Of course, this is back when Oly was good beer. Anyway, he'd drink almost all of both of them on the way home, leaving about an inch or so in the bottom of the second one, set it on the stove when he walked in, and then go wash his hands. Well, it sort of became my 'job' to polish off that last inch of beer. Mind you, I was about 6 or 7 then. Anyway, he had MANY beercans on the workbench in the garage, and one day I was out there polishing off all the leftover beer I could find. Then I found one that had gasoline in it for some reason. Spent 3 days in the hospital over that one.....

 

Geez, I didn't know they had the internet in prison. How are you thugs responding to this thread?

 

My dad worked at a Ford dealer in the 60's.
(He remembers a truck load of cosmoline wrapped flatheads doing to the city dump around 1964, but I digress...)

He bought me a new Ford Mustang pedal car.
I guess I was a budding rat rodder because I thought scratches and dents were cool. I smashed the crap out of it with a hammer at about 4 years old. He was horrified, and I'm sickened when I see pictures of it now, but I thought it made it look more like a "real" car.