Good Times...Crazy Kidz

Perhaps the untimely death of my lovely thread may yet be avoided by my sharing the following:

There was this one time
I went skating with a friend and we went down this steep hill around the corner from my house.
Of course I was such a poser... with my over sized cargo pants (size 10) real pant size (size 3), that I decided I was going to impress my friend by not only racing down the hill at wild speed BUT (a big BUT is always nice adds to the drama) I was going to race down the hill, jump the curb, and finnish with a sharp T stop. Seem like a hot idea at the time btw. So anyhow I DID IT!!! I mean I really bit some sidewalk (literally), got up ran my tongue over my teeth ...there was a shall we say breezy sensation, and then there was the PAIN! My friend then yells to me "WHERE'S THE OTHER PIECE!?"
to which I shrugg and say "I don't know did you see it?" Suddenly I'm aware of another presence. We both look up to see a playground full of GUYS FROM SCHOOL, this alone was totally mortifying at the least.

I wasn't a bright kid, I guess. I poisoned myself twice and electrocuted myself once. I also fell down a flight of concrete steps and got bashed apart--while running to catch the ice cream man.

yeah i think we all have pyro stories

i dont know what my obsession was, but my parents wouldn't let me deal with anything involving flame for a long time. One time I was foolin around, lighting tire swings on fire and the usual garbage, I lit this big pile of leaves next to my old house. The fire got a little bit crazy and then my mom creeped up around the corner and saw what we were doing. Well she went nuts and we started hosing it down, it didn't really look that bad at first, but the siding all warped and melted really bad. It still scares me to think that I could have easily burnt down the house

this one time, i was born. that was good times

There was this one time that we ALMOST got caught lighting fires. My friends lived in Saddle River (anyone know where that is?) home of many rich people, including Richard Nixon and who knows who else. They lived on two acres, with horses, a forest and a river at the back of the property. (Yeah, the Saddle River). So we used to dig a hole by the river, get some gasoline, spray deoderant, cologne (brut), old rags, wood, and make huge fires. (Why, I dont know.)

So one time their mom comes down and one of my friends, who was the lookout, came RUNNING down the hill to us. "Mom's coming!!" he's yelling. The fire was easily 6 feet high. So what do you do? We start shoveling and kicking dirt on the hole. In less that a minute, the ground is level, the hole is gone, and we think we're safe. Except when she gets to us, the ground is SMOKING. Literally, smoke is pouring out of the ground. So we kind of stood on top of it. And we got away. Scott-free. Except we smelled like smoke. hahha.

I'll start this off.

I remember one summer...one of the best summers of my life. I was about 15, and I stayed for almost a week at my best friend's house in East Stroudsberg, PA. We would leave the house around 9 with a little bit of change, and ride all over town on our bikes. We'd jump them, and race and do wheelies, and stuff. We'd ride until dinner time, and come home to eat. Those were some great times.

There was this one time when we had riding like all day, and we were racing in the acme parking lot, and I was SO in the lead. You know how when you ride bikes really fast, you end up swinging the bike side to side beneath you? Well, I was doing that, when I hit a Giant patch of loose gravel, and totally wiped out. I ended up with gravel under my fingertips, and my knee was all shredded. So I ripped off part of my pants, and used it as a tourniquet, and kept riding. Then the very next day I fell off a jump and ripped up my leg somewhere else. But despite that, it was a great summer.

I also got to jump on a big trampoline for the first time that summer--but that's a whole different story.