Childhood passtimes…
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- alicetheblue0
catholic church ... sneaking up to the choir loft ... watched as little pieces of paper drifted down to the pews ... giggled as they looked up
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made little bombs and set them off on the railroad tracks
- psenso0
so much for the hopscotch and masturbation combo
- raf0
Countries behind the iron curtain had Soviet troops stationed. We would cycle across the park and scream at their guards from a distance. I didn't know I could jump off my bike and cower flat on the ground so fast when one of them aimed his rifle at us. We knew Russians were beyond any law, had no idea if he'd start shooting around for fun. We just stayed put behind a pile of sand..
Soviet guards were useful though, they'd trade stuff for used Swedish porno mags.
- Yup. Raf wins.********
- You know. Goading Soviet troops would've been on my agenda if we'd had any...********
- Not really.. I HEARD you could trade the mags for Lenin pins. I wouldn't part with mine though.raf
- ..but wait until I get to Nazi bunkers we explored that were, like 100 metres from home! You had tanks though, props.raf
- Yup. Raf wins.
- Spanna0
chewing up bits of paper then using ruler to flick them up on the classroom ceiling. When they dried out they fell off when you least suspected it.
- ********0
Smoking on the Noddy Train.
That was awful. Two days the teachers had us sat, in our relative noddy-train positions, on the assembly floor awaiting the guilty persons to own up such that we didn't "all have to suffer" the dire consequences of..... whatever.
- hahahaha they always try the old group leverage blackmail technique********
- hahahaha they always try the old group leverage blackmail technique
- raf0
We lived in 10 floor buildings. On the ground floor, next to the lift door, there was always an emergency lever behind small glassed door, about 30x30cm (a foot I guess). The small lever door was rarely locked, or the glass was broken.
Lever down - lift stops, its lights off. Lever up - lights back on, lift going back to the ground floor.
I have no idea how many times I rebooted those lifts with people inside. There was a time we had a small lift war - one of us would sneak into the building after one of the other guys went home and switch his lift off before it got to his floor. All the poor guy could do was wait locked in the lift, screaming until an adult would set him free. Problem was, adults had no idea what the levers were for and called maintenance.. This took time.My mom still lives in that building, those levers are properly closed these days.
- paraselene0
we used to go jar fishing. otherwise we would try and run each other over with our yamahas and jump into ravines and such. lots of kids died.
- ********0
The odd thing is, not matter of all the shit we got up to at school, you'd have thought that day 1 of our crew turned up with MARIJUANA (gasps) at the age of 14, that it would at least get you expelled or suspended much like being caught with a cheeky fag.
But no.
Nothing. It was confiscated and quietly hushed-up to keep the school's good reputation in pristine order. No detention, nothing!
- and it was a high old lunchtime in the teachers lounge
Mal
- and it was a high old lunchtime in the teachers lounge
- Khurram0
One summer holiday at the age of 10, on the cusp of 11, me and my hood friends were playing in the park, when in the distance a group of white girls (and one boy) appeared. On spotting us they began taunting us: “Oi! Dirty pakis! Fucking pakis! Fuck pakis! Etc.!”
Of course we gave chase, and one unfortunate girl, too slow to keep up with her friends, was cornered and surrounded. At that age, we were boys burgeoning on adolescence, and sexual thoughts were never far from our minds. We thought her fitting punishment would be to be gang raped by us, and we began describing to her what we were going to do to her, as she pleaded for her life. None of us, however, knew exactly what to do with our dicks or how to do it, so we forced her to strip semi-naked, and subjected her to half an hour of humiliation and torture before letting her go.
The police found us, eventually, and we, all five of us, were subjected to therapy and counselling. Luckily I was to start high school in the coming September, and so there were no repercussions with the Grammar school my parents worked so hard to get me into. All five of us went to different schools after that summer, and our friendships didn’t survive. But, what larks we had!
- jesus, not exactly my idea of the wonder years.SteveJobs
- janne760
i locked my dad and granddad up in the basement for years.. my sister and i would go down and do nasty things to them..
now that i mention it, i think i forgot to release them...
sorry, brb..
- MSTRPLN0
Getting cheap seats in the nosebleeds to opening weekend for the local MLB baseball team. This was usually also the day they handed out free calendars, and we'd tear them apart and fold them into paper airplanes. Nothing like seeing a field littered in those, and the anticipation of your plane landing on the field from all the way up top.
- raf0
Stalactites: gather cigarette butts, spit properly on the floor. Wet the end of a butt in the 'glue', then craftfully throw it upwards, so it sticks to the high ceiling. Repeat until you cover the ceiling with cigarette stalactites. Some people called these gobelins. I wish I could google an image..
- epikore0
Took a supersoaker, drove by some guy who had a bad day at work, and soaked the shit out of him
- ********0
Jesus Kuz! I can't believe it! I new as soon as you posted it would be something dodgy... I mean you - at Grammar school!
- BattleAxe0
growing up in the streets of Juarez, with like 10 other neighborhood kids all around my age, we would play war , and we would make the following two weapons:
Matagatos (Cat Killer) Rubber bands, a straw and a bobby pin , sharpen the bobby pin fold one end into the straw and use the rubber band to bind it , another to shoot it
Tira-Lilas (Sling shoot) empty plastic bottle , ballon
tear the tip of the ballon off , cut only the opening of the bottle leave about 2 inches from the opening of the bottle , slide the ballon over the opening of the cut bottle and use tip of ballon for support , we would use Lilas (green marble sized balls that grow on trees, need translation)ah good times
- raf0
Passover Monday in Poland is called "Śmigus Dyngus" (means just about the same nothing in any language). Traditionally, boys chase girls with buckets of water:
The Polish are very traditional in this regard. We would hunt all morning for girls who were stupid enough to leave home on that day, soaking them with buckets of water completely. Shortage of stupid girls would turn our attention to nicely dressed churchgoers, who come in waves every hour. I'll never forget a pissed off priest taking a bucket from a guy and smashing it on concrete. Then there are passing cars (with open windows, preferably). Passing buses, filled with water as they stop. Adults react angrily, imagine yourself having buckets of water poured into your car. Then we'd attack another group of guys like us from another street, sometimes ending in a brawl. When we were out of targets, it always ended with ourselves soaking each other, then going home for afternoon film on tv.Some contemporary interwebs depictions of dyngus:
Firemen join in:
- good stuff, we would do the same on Dia de San JuanBattleAxe
- raf0
The funniest exploitation of the kids playing dangerously meme:
- mg330
