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Ben6

My mother's uncle took me and my brother to his uncle's farm for the day. They let us explore the barn. My brother played in the mud puddle in the rut of the combine. I played on the combine and figured out how to release the brakes. It rilled out of the barn and would have run over my brother if not for my uncle.

Caught he77 for that

Ben
Mind tou I have even gotten to the dumb stuff i did after is was 10.

Ben
 
Ben7

First overnight camp trip and i was curious if the top of a Coleman lantern was hot. It was. I was blessed there was a ripped bottom seam in the tent that could push my hand through so they God given rain could cool the burns.

Ben
 
I just remembered the same year my older brother and took a chevy pick up for a joy ride. A dealership left the keys in it. We brought it back without a scratch. I doubt they even noticed.
My brother was pretty bad I was just tagging along. He was in highschool. Not long after that the local judge gave him 72 hrs to join the military or go to jail. Most of you can guess how that worked out. Anyway that was the end of my crime wave, mostly.
 
Climbed up to the top of an old playhouse and was planning on jumping into the sandbox below. Missed the sandbox and hit the wood frame of the sandbox. Bit my tongue. Really bad. Bled like mad, and mom said that's what you get.
I was a latchkey kid. Walked home from kindergarten, decided I wanted ice cream and it was hard in the freezer. Got a big ol knife out of the drawer, and chopped the icecream. Hit my thumb and cut through the nail. Boy it hurt and bled like mad.
(but that's what you get)
 
Supervisors water story reminded me of something. In Jr high I was into hunting rattlesnakes and making stuff out of the skins. Believe it or not that is not the dumb part. Anyway I heard somewhere you could boil the meat off the bones and make necklace. So I got a big red ole cast iron pot out filled.it with water and turned it on. Well I forgot about it and went riding bike with my friends. Hours later came home to a pretty angry mom. She said what was in that pot? It boiled dry and stunk the house up something awful. It was charcoal black and looked like of those 4th of July snakes. So I explained. Oddly enough she was pretty calm and told me next time I use the stove I had to watch it I could of burned the house down.
 
A lady at work gives me a hard time about my aches and pains because we are the same age. One day I said have you ever got drunk and went cliff diving at night? No, well I have more than once so give me a break.
 
Boy scout camping trip. No candles or comic books allowed.
I sat fire to my tent reading comic books by candle light.
I convinced my younger brother an umbrella would work just like a parachute. He broke his arm when he landed.
Hopped on a slow moving train on my way to school. I had to hitchhike 50 mile back home.
Heard Dad say he needed to fill his gas tank on the way to work the next morning. My brother and I filled his tank with water from a mudhole.
A bunch of us went to the town dump shooting rats at night. We almost shot the town cop because we didn't know he was sneaking up from the other side of the dump. I was one of the lucky ones that got away. I was about 11 at the time and I had to walk several mile home in the dark alone.
 
A church lady in town talked my mother into letting me be an angel in their Christmas play. She brought a set of sparkly wings out to the bush the day before the play in town and pinned them on me.

While she was in the house drinking coffee, I climbed onto the wood shed roof and jumped off. What was left of me went screeching into the house cussing a blue streak at the church lady. I accused her of being a lier; angels were supposed to be able to fly. I never got to be in the church play.
 
Accidentally locked my dad in the chicken house, wondered off, then when he started yelling to get my or somebodies attention, I got scared and went and hide in our tree fort. wouldn't have been much , but he just reinforced the latch so he had to really get rough with things to get out. Got on a lathered horse that had just come back from a cattle drive, Dad said don't get on the horse, (I used to jump on the horses backs off of the corral fence and ride them bare up to the water trough which was across a corduroy log bridge, After he took the rigging off of the horse, he turned him out of the barn, and out of habit the horse stopped by the fence, so out of habit I jumped on, everything went firetill we came back down the hill from the trough Dad had just realised I wasn't there, so he figured it out and ran down to the bridge to try to slow the horse down, before he crossed, he yelled WHOA, and as the horse just got to the bridge,where he stopped hard I, went over his head and did a one point on my nose, Dad tried to catch me, probably slowed me down, He was martial arts fast, but I still did a 1 point on my nose. Dad felt terrible, the horse felt terrible, I didn't learn to listen for any extended period.
 
The dumbest thing I did....was not doing enough dumb things while I had the chance.
Don't worry Cascadian and I seem to have a pretty long list, my last list was before I was school age.
 
I just remembered the same year my older brother and took a chevy pick up for a joy ride. A dealership left the keys in it. We brought it back without a scratch. I doubt they even noticed.
My brother was pretty bad I was just tagging along. He was in highschool. Not long after that the local judge gave him 72 hrs to join the military or go to jail. Most of you can guess how that worked out. Anyway that was the end of my crime wave, mostly.
My best friend went into the navy to escape.

Ben
 
Boy scout camping trip. No candles or comic books allowed.
I sat fire to my tent reading comic books by candle light.
I convinced my younger brother an umbrella would work just like a parachute. He broke his arm when he landed.
Hopped on a slow moving train on my way to school. I had to hitchhike 50 mile back home.
Heard Dad say he needed to fill his gas tank on the way to work the next morning. My brother and I filled his tank with water from a mudhole.
A bunch of us went to the town dump shooting rats at night. We almost shot the town cop because we didn't know he was sneaking up from the other side of the dump. I was one of the lucky ones that got away. I was about 11 at the time and I had to walk several mile home in the dark alone.
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Climbed up to the top of an old playhouse and was planning on jumping into the sandbox below. Missed the sandbox and hit the wood frame of the sandbox. Bit my tongue. Really bad. Bled like mad, and mom said that's what you get.
I was a latchkey kid. Walked home from kindergarten, decided I wanted ice cream and it was hard in the freezer. Got a big ol knife out of the drawer, and chopped the icecream. Hit my thumb and cut through the nail. Boy it hurt and bled like mad.
(but that's what you get)
My mom was famous for saying " you're fine, you're not bleeding, go back outside". Maybe our moms are related Amish? Cousin Amish😀
 
Supervisors water story reminded me of something. In Jr high I was into hunting rattlesnakes and making stuff out of the skins. Believe it or not that is not the dumb part. Anyway I heard somewhere you could boil the meat off the bones and make necklace. So I got a big red ole cast iron pot out filled.it with water and turned it on. Well I forgot about it and went riding bike with my friends. Hours later came home to a pretty angry mom. She said what was in that pot? It boiled dry and stunk the house up something awful. It was charcoal black and looked like of those 4th of July snakes. So I explained. Oddly enough she was pretty calm and told me next time I use the stove I had to watch it I could of burned the house down.
Remind me to tell the story of cooking chocolate chip cookies unsupervised.

Ben
 
Boy scout camping trip. No candles or comic books allowed.
I sat fire to my tent reading comic books by candle light.
I convinced my younger brother an umbrella would work just like a parachute. He broke his arm when he landed.
Hopped on a slow moving train on my way to school. I had to hitchhike 50 mile back home.
Heard Dad say he needed to fill his gas tank on the way to work the next morning. My brother and I filled his tank with water from a mudhole.
A bunch of us went to the town dump shooting rats at night. We almost shot the town cop because we didn't know he was sneaking up from the other side of the dump. I was one of the lucky ones that got away. I was about 11 at the time and I had to walk several mile home in the dark alone.
Is your count 5?

Ben
 
My mom was famous for saying " you're fine, you're not bleeding, go back outside". Maybe our moms are related Amish? Cousin Amish😀
OH man, not too big of a derail, but I always told my son that too, So one day we were moving some parts into a old grainery, he was maybe 3 or 4. he was dragging stuff to the end of the pick up tail gate so that I could grab it and put it on shelves, (the bottom of the grainery door about the same height as the tail gate, I heard him grunting like he was moving something too heavy, I went to look, and tell him to leave the heavy stuff for me, he is not on the truck, I look down and he is getting up off the ground, and climbs back up, I said that's a bit of a fall, are you hurt, He is back up on the truck by now, he looks at me with hes hands on his hips and says , well can't you see I'm not bleedin'
 
Not that long after the one point landing, We, Dad , my older brother and I were hauling hay from the east quarter, it was early spring, snow still on everything, but warm enough to melt, I got my leather mits soaked helping (getting in the way) I was on our JD AR with my brother, and decided if I rubbed my mits on the brake drums, I could generate some heat, or maybe just 'cause I could, as my mitts dried they stuck to the drum and got pulled off, so I decided to put them the other way, so they got pushed on, that worked well 'till one stuck a bit and bent my fingers backwards, Damn that hurt, not nearly as much as when my brother straighten them back out for me, thank goodness for big brothers, spent a few weeks whith my hand wrapped from the sprain, but I keep my mitts off of counter rotating brake drums now.
 
I thought all kids did dumb things. The kids I hung out with all did dumb things.
I branded the bottom of my bare foot once and cried my eyes out. Fourth of July barefoot and hot sparklers on the ground. I guess I didn't learn, because I only wear shoes when I have to.
Slammed my finger in the car door on the way to a very long drive. Broke my finger.
Mom said, "Don't wanna hear it. That's what you get".
 
Speaking of slamming your finger in the car door.
I was talking to a cute girl in the school parking lot and bumped my door close with my rear end. Got my thumb smashed in the door. My right hand was stuck behind my back and my keys were in my right front pocket.
The girl smiled and asked if she could help. Yep, she put her hand in my pocket and retrieved my keys. I displayed several bright shades of red.
My number of dumb things is almost endless.
You all keep reminding me of stuff.
 
Didn't even break a bone until I was 21 or since.....but it was a doozy:

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