I learned how to make black powder at an early age, use your imagination!

this may not come as a shock but I don't think I did anything crazy as a kid.

I mean I ran around with a red fiberglass bow about everywhere I went till I upgraded to a compound with fiberglass and wood limbs

shot squirrels and rabbits , grill them outside because my mother told me not to use the oven while she was gone.

shot some arrows strait up in the air might have been one of the dumber things we did

used to hit crab apples at each other with the tennis rackets purchased at garage sales for a quarter

build fires

build forts

climb trees

had a small garden where I grew mostly green beans


bought my first truck at 15 , which might explain why I didn't have much time to get in trouble had been working since 12

used to ride my bike to the hardware store when I was 14 and buy 30-06 rounds for my rifle , bought the store out 2 boxes at a time every time I got paid, the new price was almost double at 11.50 when they restocked , I wish I wouldn't have quit buying them and just kept getting 2 boxes a pay check.

hauled home broken radios , lawn mowers , and other curb finds fixed a bunch of them.

If we had back then what we have now, I’d probably still be serving time. I don’t believe in statute of limitations, lol.

In high school we played ding dong ditch except decided to add throwing water balloons to the mix. Hit a guy square on the chest with two or three and took off Down the street. As we were planning our next house we hear tires come squealing down the street. He starts getting close and we dodged when he dipped. He threw his car in reverse and slammed into a brick mailbox. We started jumping fences through back yards and high tailing it through the neighborhood back to my buddies place. We laid low for awhile and cops were at the scene when I was leaving the neighborhood.

At one point, we were going to put a summertime roadkill deer in a guys pool. But we thought better of it last second and decider to just put it in his driveway.

TP’d several houses. Also use to get the cheapest tp you can get and soak it with water for awhile. Throw a big ball of it at a car and it would stick to it like a paste. If it dried it was a big pin to get off. Was like a southern snowball fight. We had a big roll of suran wrap and used to wrap peoples cars

We used to climb around underneath the bridge on the Mississippi River on the girders which was about 100 feet above the river catching pigeons with landing nets.
We would then sell them to a local dog trainer. If you ever fell from the girders, it would be certain death as it was shallow with sharp granite rocks sticking out of the water.

In high school we use to do what we called ditch skiing. When it snowed, which wasn't that often here, we'd take a water ski rope and tie it to a vehicle then get a pair of snow skis. The roads would usually melt off in a day or two but the snow in the ditchs would last much longer. We usually did this late at night after we had medicated with some antifreeze to stay warm. The culverts were dangerous and u better remember where they were. We'd ski for miles and miles doing this. Mail boxes made for some excitement also

The usual stuff. Playing with fire, fireworks, somebody’s dad’s handguns, choking each other unconscious, smoking parents cigarettes.

In 1997, Albania's government collapsed and a rebellion ensued. I was part of the first unit to start securing and evacuating the embassies. After two weeks, my unit was replaced by the Army. We stayed on ship and did gator squares as a contingency force. We did this for 77 days. On day 70, a USO tour came to our ship. Part of the tour was Sonny Bono. One of my team, Code name Skillet, said watch this. We waited and watched as Skillet waited almost 4 hours in line to meet Sonny Bono. When Skillet extended his hand to shake, Skillet started talking, Sonny went complete still with a look of shock and complete dumbfound, Skillet walked off smiling. It was funny to see Sonny stand there in bewilderment for a few minutes before regaining composure and continued his meet and greet.
When Skillet returned we were all dying to know what he said. He looked right at us and extended his hand and said "Sir, I just waited in line for 4 hours to shake the mans hand who felt up Cher, Thank you". We all laughed and laughed. That was 1997, we still laugh about it to this day.

The Amish do this all the time behind their horse buggies.

Could easily write a book on my early teen adventures. One I still chuckle about involved my local gang of hoodlums and I and a large cave by a local lake. The cave was carved out of a limestone cliff, was big enough to back trucks full of potato's into for storage from a large commercial farming operation. Our imaginations ran wild with what else could be hiding in it's dark recesses. The doors were heavy wood planks and were always locked. Crafty boys that we were, we found a large metal ventilation shaft Hidden in the weeds on the top of the cliff. With flashlights in hand 5 of us bravely slid down a rope l had procured into the dark recesses below. After exploring and finding nothing more than bags of potato's we proceeded to climb back up the rope. This was going well until Ralph, who was overweight discovered he couldn't climb the rope. Panic ensued !! Our little expedition, which also included 2 bottles of beer Mike brought for everybody to taste, might get discovered by our parents if we didn't get Ralph out. So I slid back down, tied the rope to Ralph and pushed him up while the other three pulled from above. The extraction worked , I got out and we went on to another adventure.

I was very well behaved as a young person and have nothing to divulge.

Built a tree house using a pretty spool of yellow rope. It was tough to cur so we cut it with a hatchet. Turns out it was primer cord. Lots of folks kept explosives for beaver dams and stumps. Yes we would also borrow a few thermex sticks sometimes for our own purposes. Lol.

Recurve bows shooting in grandpas pasture standing 100 yards apart arching them high back and forth talk about stupid lol dad would have broken them over our rears in a second. On the lighter note alot of dirt clod fights in the corn fields

On 2nd thought.

My brother would hold the brake on the windmill and I would climb up it. And put my feet into the fins and grab with my hands and he would turn it loose. I did it a bunch of time. The was one time where it got pretty hairy. I thought I was going come loose and end up on the ground.

I never grew up,,,,soooo to many to list.....

One time I waited until the morning before class; and did my homework on the bus.

I didn't do a lot nasty things... BUT I did instigate a lot of crazy things. I was smart enough to know if I got caught I would my butt beat at school and then again when I got home. I just had enough dumb friends that listened to me and not smart enough to consider the consequences. And I was always innocent.

Garry-

When I was a kid we moved a lot, government work. In Omaha Ne. I was in first grade, all the kids had smoke bombs and would write in the street, my dad had some in a cigar box under the bed. I really wanted to play with the other kids, but I decided to go to the city park down the road. I set it on the slide and lit it, it blew a big hole in the bottom of the slide ! I had bad dreams about that for years knowing if I had been writing in the street with it I wouldn’t have a hand or worse. Never told a sole for years. We moved across country 6 months later.

wws

Wrist rockets and black walnuts were a thing. Won't say what got hit though.