Any stories about nonsensical acts you did as a child or a story from someone else’s childhood. It’s a strange time of life when your brain has no social filter and little common sense and do stuff that as an adult, would have you locked up.
When I was about 8 we had relatives over for Sunday lunch. My mum had fried some chips and there was quite a few left over by the end of the evening in a Pyrex dish. They were a bit cold so I placed the dish on the hob to heat them up. Luckily I stepped outside with my mum to wave my relatives goodbye at the front door while they were heating up. Next second...BOOM!! A massive explosion making all my family jump and shout out expletives and rush back in to see what had happened. Looking back, my mum’s face was one of relief as she looked at the broken and very sharp shards of Pyrex strewn across the kitchen, probably thinking what could’ve happened had I been stood next to the thing. The rest of the family just queued up to call me an ‘idiot’ in turn.
When I was about 4 or 5 in P1, me and another friend for some reason thought it would be fun whilst out of class on an errand to get all our class friends coats hanging up on pegs outside the class and bury them in the red buckets of sand that used to sit outside each classroom door. Returned back to class all chuffed like nothing had happened. Then that horrible sweaty impending doom as the crime is discovered; the teachers start to freak and slowly but surely they work out who it was. I was never one to own up early doors in the hope that somehow I’d get away with it. You never do.
Not proud of this one. Again, can’t have been older than 6. Sat cross legged on the floor in class with the whole class listening to our teacher read a story at the end of the day. There was a kid in my class with a massive Afro and he wasn’t the brightest shall we say. Well I was sat behind him and suddenly noticed a tray of coloured pencils within reaching distance. Of course, the obvious thing to do was to start threading these pencils one by one through this poor kids hair. My mates were in hysterics which of course made me carry on with my bit of live art even more. By the end of the story it just looked ridiculous. He must’ve had at least 10 coloured pencils hanging from his head. The kid - still totally unaware - proceeded to get up and make his way to the other side of the class to get his bag and coat for home. The sight of him walking across the room oblivious of the multicoloured pencil nest in his hair was, I’m ashamed to say, pant wettingly hilarious at the time. Of course it wasn’t long until one of the more mature girls noticed and grassed me up. Bloody do gooders!
I’m sure you guys have got some better entertaining stories than those...
When I was about 8 we had relatives over for Sunday lunch. My mum had fried some chips and there was quite a few left over by the end of the evening in a Pyrex dish. They were a bit cold so I placed the dish on the hob to heat them up. Luckily I stepped outside with my mum to wave my relatives goodbye at the front door while they were heating up. Next second...BOOM!! A massive explosion making all my family jump and shout out expletives and rush back in to see what had happened. Looking back, my mum’s face was one of relief as she looked at the broken and very sharp shards of Pyrex strewn across the kitchen, probably thinking what could’ve happened had I been stood next to the thing. The rest of the family just queued up to call me an ‘idiot’ in turn.
When I was about 4 or 5 in P1, me and another friend for some reason thought it would be fun whilst out of class on an errand to get all our class friends coats hanging up on pegs outside the class and bury them in the red buckets of sand that used to sit outside each classroom door. Returned back to class all chuffed like nothing had happened. Then that horrible sweaty impending doom as the crime is discovered; the teachers start to freak and slowly but surely they work out who it was. I was never one to own up early doors in the hope that somehow I’d get away with it. You never do.
Not proud of this one. Again, can’t have been older than 6. Sat cross legged on the floor in class with the whole class listening to our teacher read a story at the end of the day. There was a kid in my class with a massive Afro and he wasn’t the brightest shall we say. Well I was sat behind him and suddenly noticed a tray of coloured pencils within reaching distance. Of course, the obvious thing to do was to start threading these pencils one by one through this poor kids hair. My mates were in hysterics which of course made me carry on with my bit of live art even more. By the end of the story it just looked ridiculous. He must’ve had at least 10 coloured pencils hanging from his head. The kid - still totally unaware - proceeded to get up and make his way to the other side of the class to get his bag and coat for home. The sight of him walking across the room oblivious of the multicoloured pencil nest in his hair was, I’m ashamed to say, pant wettingly hilarious at the time. Of course it wasn’t long until one of the more mature girls noticed and grassed me up. Bloody do gooders!
I’m sure you guys have got some better entertaining stories than those...
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