The Funny Things You Did As A Child.

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I found that dried cow pats make excellent frizzbys, but I was told off because other people don't like catching them.

Where we used to live my parents had a market garden (All organic) but people did not like finding the odd insect on them as my parents refused to use insecticides etc, so my parents gave up. But we were left with a big strawberry patch, and we had so mny they started to go off. I don't know who started it, but my brother and I, when we were mischiveous children started a strawberry fight. The soft juicy half gone off strawberries were like large soft red pintballs. We were covered and it was hard to see any part of our tee shirts and clothes or skin that wasn't red! We had an amazing time until my mother saw us! Oops!

When I was 6 my mum yelled at me and, like any child, I didn't like being yelled at. She was trying to fix a cupboard door at the same time, but because she yelled at me I decided to be sarcastic and said, "there's a man at the door", and I was assuming she'd ask who it is and I was going to say "it's the man next door telling you to stop yelling" (there wasn't really a man at the door, I was just being sarcastic). But instead my mum let go of the cupboard door so that it broke, to get up to see to whoever was at the door. Oh dear. When she realised it was no-one, she yelled at me again, and said it was my fault that the cupboard door broke because she had to quickly let go of it to get to the front door.

She spanked me and sent me to my room. I deserved it and I learnt from it.

For about a year, I slept in the space between my bed and the wall, padded with cushions to about the shape of a F1 driver's seat.
I built a large, low-friction double-pendulum harmonograph hung from the ceiling. The only part of it that impressed my father was the minimal damage I did to the ceiling.

I made my little sister sign a "contract" to give me a portion of her money for the rest of her life and I thought it would be legally binding. She was so small I had to hold her hand to help her write her name. To be fair I think I was 7.

My mom loves to tell about the time I was about six and she caught me in the pantry with a jar of Ovaltine and my hand and mouth covered in chocolate. She asked me something along the lines of “Did you just eat two-thirds of a jar of Ovaltine?” I swallowed the Ovaltine in my mouth and replied “No.” (because most of it had ended up on the floor, and it also was not a new container)

I once mixed up some mud and sawdust, and asked my mother to bake the "cake batter." She wouldn't let me in the kitchen for a while, but we had nice cake for dessert that day.

My father had three friends who went fishing together, and would take one boy per trip. I was sitting quietly for a long car ride, listening to the conversation. They discussed the new art of fiberglass work, which involved mixing resin with an extremely toxic catalyst they just called "hardener." Later, the conversation moved on to the food they got at home, and one guy complained that his wife's puddings were runny. I then piped up "Why doesn't she put some hardener in it?" They had a good laugh.

I remember when I was about 8 or 9 I wanted to take a spoonful of powdered strawberry milkshake mix, and just as I had spooned a pile into my mouth my older brother came into the kitchen and asked if I had just taken a spoonful of that. I said, "no", and threw the box back into the pantry. But he yelled, "Muuuum!" so I ran upstairs still holding the spoon, and hid it under my bed. I actually managed to convince my mum that I was not eating the milkshake mix and I told her that if I had of been eating it then I'd still be holding a spoon. That got her believing me, and she told my poor brother off for telling tales.

Not me, but there was a stretch of time when he was around five that my brother would sleep in his laundry basket instead of his bed.

My brother used to keep his toys in a wardrobe. (Can't remember why but that is where they went). He learnt that the top came off and as he was a teenager so he could reach, instead of opening the door he lifted the top. I think he had to stand on the bed to do it.
Now my Mum did not know this and there were a lot of things in there which were no longer stacked neatly. My Mum opened the door and they all fell on her.

Another time I remember was the one time we saw my Mum really angry with us. Never known my Mum to be really annoyed like that!
Well my Mum has always been a fairly large lady but she always looked attractive. She always looked young. She never had to wear make up and never dyed her hair like the other Mums and compared to them, my Mum was ace!
But even though my Mum never eats much (Even today I eat twice what she eats), she would put on weight. Something to do with her motabilism? Anyway, my Mum had been dieting. She had not eaten anything at all for a whole month and a half. All she had was diet lemonade. She complained to the doctor as she was feeling water sloshing inside her body and she was larger then when she started the diet but the doctor just said to try skipping..
Unknown to her she was allergic to diet lemonade and it made her bloated.... But she did not know at the time. Her diet ended a different way because of me and my brother.
Well, my Mum used to walk the four miles down the hill to the nearest place where the shops were and walk back up carrying bottles of diet lemonade. I don't know how she did it without eating as it is a 500ft climb up to here and even if one takes the short cut it is still a three mile climb.
Now my brother and asked if we could have some. My Mum said "Yes, but only a little". We helped ourself. We drank quite a bit and realized the three quarter full bottle was now about a quarter full and it was the last one! Soo, as this lemonade looked like water, we filled it to just over half full using water.

Oh boy she noticed! She had been looking forward to this lemonade and poured some into the glass. She took a drink and pfff! She spat it out in anger! My brother and I ran for it! Hahaha! Was the only time we had ever seen my Mum really angry. Oh boy! There went her diet!

Growing up was a learning experience!

*Turns out both my Mum and I have problems with anything containing artificial sweetners. My throat swells and I struggle to swollow ans breathe and it does not take a lot. If I try to force more drink or food containing them down my mouth (Another spoon of food or another gulp or two of a drink) my nose starts to close as well which having a closed up throat and an almost closed up nose for a few hours is not a pleasant experience, and they put them in so many things these days due to thx sugar tax that my diet is being reduced and reduced! I was neutral to the sugar tax as ok... One expects things to cost more but I never knew they had planned to substitute sugar for sweetner! My life has changed! I have to read the small print on everything, and some things don't contain details... Like foods bought if we have a special occasion in a restauraunt. It is the sauce that goes with the food or something like that and even the chefs are unaward they are in them as they did not expect them to be in them. Even things like Rhibena and some pies have them. I am now stuck to drinking Coco-Cola, Pepsi (Non diet) and natural water and occasionally a certain brand of milkshake. Like a friend of my brorhers says (Who also tries to avoid them) "You go into a shop to buy a drink and of all the drinks there, you will be lucky to find anything that does not contain artificial sweetners".
Not one cordial drink is out there like orange squash or black current squash... I am getting bored of cola and water!
Anyway... I had better let you lot carry on this thread before I write a book!

I used to Frankenstein my toys to create better ones. That means that I would purposely break them apart to use the pieces. Plastic action figures were rather easy to do, but the metal die cast toys took more effort. My father would limit what tools I could use, as I can be destructive at times. I could use hand saws, but power saws/ tools were restricted for use with his permission only. I caused that to happen when I was building a Death Star microwave generator and wanted to wire it to a live power pole (long story).

I figured out that if I made my sister angry enough, she would put some of my hot wheels under her car and run over them to “teach me a lesson”. Yeah, that just made me happy as I now had a junkyard to salvage parts from. Being the 1970s-80s, I also had an old junkyard of real model a/t parts cars sitting in my wooded backyard to make forts from. One was even suspended up in a tree, as it was a good tree fort to work out of. I miss those days.

I killed off most of my original Star Wars collection and GI Joes this way, but I kept my Transformers out of the mix. I still have the Transformers, as they were my favorite toys to collect. I rarely played with them because I wanted them to stay “new” as long as I could.

I really want to participate but whenever i try to remember soemthings it's just BLANK.