Could go in the direction of the time y’all built that awesome fort where you weren’t supposed to and all your ‘magazines’ got stolen by the other kids or that time you accidentally set the whole field on fire. Watchu got?
Gentlemen, what kind of “trouble” did you stir up with your buddies when you were 11 – 12 yrs old?
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Ding dong ditch! A thing of the past now with all the door cams.
Mostly just drugs and breaking into shit.
Stealing stuff from the mall and paint balling stop signs mostly
My cousin and I had this big conch shell from a vacation the previous summer, and it had a hole in the top where you could blow it like a trumpet and it sounded like a really loud fog horn. During sleepovers we would sneak out at night and go into peoples back yard and blow the conch really loud just to confuse people
My friend burned his house down while we were playing with fireworks in his garage. That was wild
My friends and I used to each steal 3-4 chocolate milk cartons every day from the school cafeteria and build pyramids when we finished drinking them. There was 8 of us so the pyramids got pretty big. Eventually the principal caught wind of it and banned the sale of chocolate milk for lunch.
We countered the ban by getting all 200 students to boycott and bring their own lunch. The kids who couldn’t bring food from home were given lunch by the ones who did. The very next day the principal brought back chocolate milk and we limited ourselves to only stealing 1-2 cartons a day from that point forward.
Having cock fights
Sheeet.
Caught the woods on fire once. Carried gasoline in my water bottle on my 10-speed. Would dive off our moving bikes onto plastic trash bags of freshly cut grass sending a rooster-tail plume of cut grass out the busted end. Wrist rocket fights with crab-apples. “Ghost-ride” junker bikes into the creek.
We’d grab a smut rag (Penthouse, preferably) from the magazine rack, drop it on the floor, kick it under the display case near the exit door, leave the store and crawl and reach in and grab it from under the display case.
Crafty *uckers, eh..?
Best years of my life.
Set a forest on fire from a IED my older cousin taught us to build from fireworks we stole, made a 2′ deep hole in the Earth, where we ran into issues is someone put those sparkler bombs in so it rained sparks 30 feet every direction it seemed like.
The worst thing to ever put in a kids hands is a cook book from a bomb guy from the military.
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I also forgot I learned how to lockpick when I was 13, I then proceeded to break into random places to see if I could do it, alarms weren’t as common in the 90s as they are now. Didn’t steal anything but I enjoyed the challenge and bragging rights to my friends. I was probably one of those kids that would have posted it on social media if smart phones were common back then.
Age 12- We broke into a vacant house that for sale and eventually set the kitchen floor on fire.
We also used to walk on the train tracks and when we’d find something cool that would be fun to watch a train crush, we would set it on the tracks and wait. If a train actually came, the destruction was usually pretty awesome!
Lots of prank calls to local businesses from the payphones by school
I lived in the sticks and we would sometimes go up on the garage roof in the middle of the night to watch the northern lights and to howl to get the coyotes to respond.
We stole wood from another group of kids that probably stole it from a construction site to make like a fort.
We used to fight a bit amongst friends, like physically but all in good spirits. I was a fat kid at the time and I could easily win by sitting on em.
It was good times.
Mostly fucking around with fire. Pour gas on tennis balls light them on fire and hit them back and forth with rackets.
Daring each other to drink toilet water, bloody knuckles, shoot things with airsoft, playing the “penis” game.
spray painted underneath the trampolines at our local urban air
nothing, 1. I didn’t have “Buddies” I was the outcast and 2. My dad put the fear of God, (and him) into me when I was in 3rd grade and so I always behaved.
We lived in a subdivision on a steep hill, and my house was the lowest on the hill of all our friends. We would take our bikes all the way up and go as fast as we could in the middle of the street until we got to my house. Then we would slam the brakes as hard as possible and see who could leave the longest skid on the pavement. The road in front of our house was just stripes everywhere. I’m sure my neighbors loved it.
Heh…. Bucking out colts Dad said we’re too mean for us to ride, roping anything that moved off said colts, hiding the bruises and scrapes from getting bucked off same colts, and fishing in every pond we could find… throwing hay bales off the truck on top of each other, braiding halters out of hay twine, building a hay fort in the barn for us to hide in during the winter, and having hammocks up on the creek in the summer. Had a small campfire to cook on a lot of the time. Mikee would walk by and just flick his wrist… throw a can of beans in the fire or a shotgun shell. Hot beans and coals hurt like hell…
Mikee threw a scorpion in bed with me one summer. I caught a wasp nest in a pickle jar and hid it in the cookie jar a few days later. Then there was the bullsnake in a coffee can. Momma whooped on us with a broom all the way out of the house and across the front yard. I say that… she was using pieces of the handle by the time we got outside. Threw a bullsnake up in the saddle with Mikee one morning… got him bucked off pretty hard when that snake got wrapped around a leg.
Oh, and scatter the chickens… run as fast as you can right through the middle of them… some would always end up on top of the house, squawking like mad hens…
Drinking Old-E 800, smoking J’s, having rock fights.
Play fighting became real fights. Stealing candy and chips. Started smoking cigarettes. Had a girlfriend who I would kiss on the lips and first time taking the bus to go to the mall with my friends, circa 2001.
I was mostly shooting plastic army men with a BB gun at that point.
Did no one fish or at that age but me?