strange things we did when we were kids

We also used to play dog shit tick, which involved getting shit on a stick, then chasing down your mates and throwing the shit stick at them and if they got hit, they were it. Also we used to run past kids houses we didn't like, shouting so and so is a lesbian (not knowing what it meant!).
 
Knock on someone's door and leave burning newspaper on the door step. They would step on it or kick it away but we had put dog shit in it.

Link a few door knockers together with fishing line. Knock on them all and it could be a door tug of war

Always on the rob for small shit like pick n mix at woolies or tapes from John Menzies. Useless shit really but got a buzz. Getting caught or especially chased by the police was a laugh. Could not run sometimes for laughing.

Robbing milk off doorsteps when you had camped out under a homemade tent over your mum's washing line.
 
I once made a Howitzer out of a wheel barrow using 321 zero bangers as the charge and batteries as the projectiles.Totally destroyed our neighbours fence with it.
Made a parachute out of bed sheets and washing line one day and climbed onto the roof.Jumped of,landed and twisted my ankle while the parachute remained on the roof.
Killed my mates dads Koi carp by making a depth charge and dropping it into his pond.
Laid claim to making the world first Scud missile in Sale and launching it across the canal and railway line.Buggered off pretty sharpish when it landed in the garden of a terraced house though.


I was quite a lonely child
 
Tuearts right boot said:
I once made a Howitzer out of a wheel barrow using 321 zero bangers as the charge and batteries as the projectiles.Totally destroyed our neighbours fence with it.
Made a parachute out of bed sheets and washing line one day and climbed onto the roof.Jumped of,landed and twisted my ankle while the parachute remained on the roof.
Killed my mates dads Koi carp by making a depth charge and dropping it into his pond.
Laid claim to making the world first Scud missile in Sale and launching it across the canal and railway line.Buggered off pretty sharpish when it landed in the garden of a terraced house though.
Did you ever realise any of your childhood experiments with munitions as an adult, perhaps in a more controlled environment?!
 
another generation said:
Tuearts right boot said:
I once made a Howitzer out of a wheel barrow using 321 zero bangers as the charge and batteries as the projectiles.Totally destroyed our neighbours fence with it.
Made a parachute out of bed sheets and washing line one day and climbed onto the roof.Jumped of,landed and twisted my ankle while the parachute remained on the roof.
Killed my mates dads Koi carp by making a depth charge and dropping it into his pond.
Laid claim to making the world first Scud missile in Sale and launching it across the canal and railway line.Buggered off pretty sharpish when it landed in the garden of a terraced house though.
Did you ever realise any of your childhood experiments with munitions as an adult, perhaps in a more controlled environment?!


No fun in that...We used to catch barges on the canal when we where fishing by casting a line over the railway line cables and tying the other end to a bin bag full of rubbish.The barge would chug down the canal and drag the rubbish till it caught in the propellor renendering said barge useless.Oh how we laughed.
 
We had this harmless little kids thing where we used to terrorise the noncy looking bloke who lived on his own on our street.

Just the usual childish stuff. Shit through the letter box. Smashing his windows. Throwing bricks at him when he went to the shops. Setting fire to tyres in his back yard.

It all backfired on us though when a rough family with bigger kids than us moved in after he topped himself.

The funny thing was though, it turned out he was a widower and not a nonce at all.
 
Me and my mate went into a train tunnel and put a dead bird on the track, we then waited for the train to arrive as we dropped our trolleys, the aim was to see who got the most bird spatter on their arse. I kid you not, I lost but only as my mate had a bigger surface area on his arse, we nearly got sucked onto the track too.. Don't even ask, just writing this is surreal but its totally true..!
 
I grew up in the countryside and behind my housing estate was a wheat field so inevitably every summer there was a combine harvester on it. Now we crazy kids used to lie in wheat until the harvester got close as we dared and then leg it
Thinking back to how absolutely fucking insane that was makes me glad to be alive today
Also tree climbing and beat up your mate for a day
 

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