When I was a teenager, I was riding in the back of my friend’s car one day. I was wanting to be less uptight about shit and had delayed putting my seatbelt on. When I did go to put it on, I realized it was caught in the door. So with the intent of not being as uptight and asking my friend to stop for a second so I could open the door and free the seatbelt, I decided to just open it while we were going, pull the belt out, and close it again.
Right as I was reaching for the door handle, friend takes a hard left turn, pushing me hard against the door I was just about to open.
I took a moment to appreciate how close that had gotten to going really bad and that one needs better situational awareness to do something like I had planned before opening the door to get the seatbelt out when I was sure he was just going straight.
Though it would have been kinda funny (albeit in a horrifying kinda way) from their perspective to suddenly have a passenger fall out of the car while it was going.
Around 11 years old or so. I wanted to make one of those soccer balls with a rubber band.
But I had no rubber band. Or a way to properly fixate anything to a ball.
So I took some nylon string for kites, tied it around a 2cm nail and stuck the nail into the valve of a soccer ball.
Tied the end of the string to myself, kicked the ball, the string made “twang”, and the ball rolled off.
I was annoyed that it didn’t work. So I followed the string from the end that was tied to myself… and found out the nail was stuck a cm or so into my upper arm.
Pulled it out and it didn’t really bleed much or anything. Never told my parents about this.
I was very stupid and very lucky that day
I almost killed my Dad and Grampa when I was six.
Grampa came to visit in his RV which had a gas oven. I mindlessly turned knobs as most kids do.
Dad was a smoker back then, and would frequently walk into the RV with a lit cigarette.
Grampa lost his sense of smell years ago so he didn’t care.
By some miracle, Mum, who didn’t go into the RV unless absolutely necessary (because she hated the smell of cigarettes), walked in and realised the smell wasn’t from cigarettes.
Kids sure are stupid.
