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Aneirin -> Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 5:40:00 PM)
Going on from another thread, I forget which, it came to me memories of my youth, the things I used to do as a kid, what I used to do compared to what kids do now, are the present kids really that bad or is it what they do is being viewed from older eyes. Just for the fun of it, may I ask if any here would be happy to reveal the most unlawful thing they did as a kid, as I understand not even us in our youth were angelic, and my thoughts are that many of us did was then looked upon by the older generation as horrific as we do now to what we see of the younger. To get the ball rolling I will reveal the worst thing I ever did was to bury a police patrol car in a hole I dug for it on a building site.

ThatDamnedPanda -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 5:45:16 PM)
How in the hell did you manage to accomplish that????

Aneirin -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 5:48:58 PM)
Us as kids were on a housing estate being built, local plod was called, we scattered, plod went on the hunt leaving their car. I taught myself to drive a back hoe excavator on building sites, I simply got in the machine, started it and dug a hole next to the car, my mate in a dumper pushed the car in and I back filled it. Last job was to knock off the blue flashing beacon with the hoe, which my mate took home as a souvenir. It makes me cringe now to think I did that, but as kids, especially gangs of kids we were always somewhere where we shouldn't be, or rather it was there were too many curtain twitchers with phone trigger fingers, much as people are now when they see kids up to what they see as no good, even if they are causing no harm.

sirsholly -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 5:49:07 PM)
quote: To get the ball rolling I will reveal the worst thing I ever did was to bury a police patrol car in a hole I dug for it on a building site. Betcha the cop inside of it was slightly annoyed [image]http://www.millan.net/minimations/smileys/sheriff.gif[/image]

Toppingfrmbottom -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 6:19:37 PM)
As a child on many occasions I shop lifted. I can only ever be eternally grateful, that the one time I got caught the lady that caught me didn't want to press charges against me. She just told me never to come back to the store she worked at and to get out. quote: ORIGINAL: Aneirin Going on from another thread, I forget which, it came to me memories of my youth, the things I used to do as a kid, what I used to do compared to what kids do now, are the present kids really that bad or is it what they do is being viewed from older eyes. Just for the fun of it, may I ask if any here would be happy to reveal the most unlawful thing they did as a kid,

ThatDamnedPanda -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 6:29:02 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Aneirin Us as kids were on a housing estate being built, local plod was called, we scattered, plod went on the hunt leaving their car. I taught myself to drive a back hoe excavator on building sites, I simply got in the machine, started it and dug a hole next to the car, my mate in a dumper pushed the car in and I back filled it. Last job was to knock off the blue flashing beacon with the hoe, which my mate took home as a souvenir. Boy, just try explaining that one to your parents if you'd been caught! I suppose the most illegal thing I ever did was steal a car along with two friends. We had the bright idea of running away from home at around age 12 or 13, and one of the kids figured it would make things a lot easier if he stole his dad's car so we could get farther away from home. I don't know what we were thinking; none of us had ever driven a car before. It was an old Buick or Dodge with a push-button transmission. I remember that much; it was a hell of a car to learn to drive on. I don't know how far we got before some cops spotted us doing something illegal, like not signaling a turn or something of that nature. The cop lit up the lights and did a U-turn, and whichever kid happened to be driving at the time lit up the Buick and took off like a shot. They chased us out of town and all over the Wisconsin countryside, and at one point we counted over a dozen sets of flashing lights behind us. We were terrified. Whenever the kid who was driving got too scared to drive anymore, he'd yell "change!" or something and then jump backwards over the seat into the back of the car. The kid in the passenger seat would slide over and take the wheel, and the kid who was already in the back would climb up into the passenger seat and wait for his turn. We ran 'em for about 20 or 30 minutes, until the kid who was driving at the time lost control of the wheel on a curve and we rocketed straight off the road into a cornfield. I guess he just couldn't outmuscle that big car anymore. Anyway, once he realized we weren't dead, he figured he'd make the most of it and just kept driving through the field toward the farmer's house. We could tell where it was by the big yard light that farms always used to have. I don't know if the cops and deputies didn't realize we'd gone into the field, or if they just didn't want to chase us through it, but either way we lost 'em. I've often wondered if anyone in that farmhouse was awake and maybe looking out the window that night, and if so what they thought about the big old Buick that came rocketing out of the cornfield with the headlights off, shot through the yard and swerved onto the driveway, and then tore out onto the road and peeled off toward town with the tires squealing. Probably the last thing in the world anyone would have been expecting to see on a starry summer night. Thank god Ol' MacDonald didn't decide to leave his tractor parked out in the middle of the cornfield that night; we'd never have known what hit us. I won't even tell you the rest of it. This is bad enough as it is, I think. Suffice it to say that was the end of our big adventure; we drove that damned thing straight back to Jerry's house and snuck it back into the garage. How the hell we lived through that I'll never know; I honestly don't understand how any human teenager ever survives to age 18.

MissAsylum -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 7:05:19 PM)
ages 14 to 16, heavily addicted to cocaine. as a result, i was appropriately kicked out of my mum's house. been living on my own and have been clean ever since.

ThatDamnedPanda -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 7:46:56 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: MissAsylum ages 14 to 16, heavily addicted to cocaine. as a result, i was appropriately kicked out of my mum's house. been living on my own and have been clean ever since. Good for you! Congratulations! That can't have been easy.

ShoreBound149 -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 8:29:51 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: MissAsylum ages 14 to 16, heavily addicted to cocaine. as a result, i was appropriately kicked out of my mum's house. been living on my own and have been clean ever since. No one likes a quitter.

MissAsylum -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 8:34:22 PM)
[:)] thanks. it was hard, but i was killing myself so it had to be done.

MissAsylum -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 8:35:41 PM)
i've downgraded to boxed wine.[&:]

ShoreBound149 -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 8:43:11 PM)
14 to 16 and power packing blow? I'm told that's an expensive past time. How would fund your activities?

MissAsylum -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 8:46:41 PM)
my boyfriend at the time was the supplier. we never had sex so i wasn't pimping myself for the drugs. he just gave me what i asked for. looking back on it, he was an idiot- he could have made a small fortune off me.

Aneirin -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 9:42:49 PM)
Yep, I have done something like that, but with smaller bolts and remember those caps one used to get for the cap guns, squeeze the trigger and the hammer strikes the cap paper and emits a bang, well get a roll of cap paper, fold it up, blister over blister then pack it between the bolts. We progressed onto hilti gun cartridges between the bolts. All was going well until my pal copped it straight in the goolies when the bolt ricoched off something and I never laughed so much as I did then seeing my pal do hedgehog impressions on the floor. I was a little bastard when I was a kid, I had all the ideas, but my pals were usually the ones that came unstuck. Made a canon once, copied it's construction from a book on naval sea battles and even replicated the wadding and charge. Eventually I worked up the courage to fire it and boy did it go, canon clamped in a bench vice, a half inch steel ball bearing went through a two inch oak door and left a not very neat hole, where it came down is anyones guess, but my ears rang for days. My father was slightly pissed about the garage door to say the least. But thinking about what I was like, I had a fascination for everything from machines to chemistry and in a pre computer game age, we had to amuse ourselves, but the result of my youth, I came to understand many things which later went on to be proficient at any job I tried. Although all my employers thought me a bastard too with my ways which included making a cross bow out of a bus leaf spring when I worked in a bus garage, the bolt, (literally a bolt, a leaf spring clamp bolt about eight inches long) we fired from it went through a concrete block wall and embedded in a filing cabinet on the other side, luckily the rear of the filing cabinet so it wasn't seen. The hole in the wall was covered over with that days page three of The Sun. I do believe in any job I have done, I was tolerated and that because I was very good at my job, all stemming from my own desire for knowledge and how things work, a continuation of my youth.

Termyn8or -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/7/2010 10:17:48 PM)
Ever hear the phrase "if I told you I'd have to kill you" ? Shit happened, to say the least but one thing, I guess I am in good company. And tell the railroad that I am sorry about the incident on that bridge. T

Lve -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/8/2010 2:03:00 AM)
My parents may have not given me all of the tools necessary to make the very best choices possible,but they did a decent job and I am old enough that I can no longer use my parents or society as an excuse for my actions.I was homeless on and off for 5 years from ages 18-21. I have experimented with practically every drug there is to try. I have watched my friends lie cheat and steal for their addictions, and I have watched many of them die. I have made some very very poor decisions in my life such as using drugs at all, and then multiple times. I will most likely suffer from a liver disease that I contracted due to those poor choices for the rest of my life. I have experienced some things that many people can not even imagine: carrying a friend to the hospital who has od'd on heroin, seeing a prostitute get shot in the face on my way to get blankets from an outreach worker (because the police had raided the "tent city" where I was living and burned all of my possessions in an empty lot), watching my car that was my home go up in flames due to engine malfunction, watching someone I thought I loved beat a transient man possibly to death with a boulder for absolutely no reason, the list goes on. Through it all, I have always had some drive to do more with my life to be more. Growing up in a culture in which addiction was "cool" my friends would tell stories of their withdrawal symptoms like it was a badge of honor. "Oh I have too much blood in my alcohol stream" was not an unfamiliar phrase to hear in the morning. I feel lucky sometimes that I watched so many people die or turn into assholes from using drugs when I was younger, (really? that's lucky?) as when I finally did fall victim to the "I want to know why everyone likes this so much" thought, (I thought) I was always careful not to overdose, or use too frequently. (Isn't ONCE too many times when it comes to heroin or crank or..?) Not all of my choices have been bad ones. I've made some really great choices too. Like the choice I made NOT to use drugs anymore. The choice to go to school and become a healer. The choice to be a decent human and look out for species that don't have the ability to speak out for themselves. Does my past, the one full of all those awful things we all wish no one ever experienced, the one that shaped me into the caring, successful individual I am now, do all those poor decisions make me a bad person NOW? Did they make me a bad person then?

gedienstig -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/8/2010 4:46:20 AM)
Wow, am I really that much of a nerd, since I can't remember doing anything illegal in my teens, not even a little trouble I got into. Some drug experiments at the age of 23, but really, nothing too bad either.

kdsub -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/8/2010 8:37:33 AM)
I lived next to the railroad tracks growing up. Lots of kids on my block and we were a gang if a harmless one. There used to be a train called the Frisco Flyer that carried passengers from St . Louis to KC. It zoomed by my house doing 70 or so late at night. One evening when I was about 7 we decided to build a barricade across the tracks just over a rise on the tracks. We dragged limbs, thank heavens we were little, across the tracks and topped it with burning kerosene bombs from a construction site. Back in those days the bombs were round metal wicked pots that would burn for lighting. We did no damage to the train but the bombs flew into a field and set it afire. The police, fire, and railroad detectives were all over the neighborhood. We were kids and confessed…got my butt beat spent the rest of the summer in my yard and my Mom and Dad had to pay for the damages. Butch

Elisabella -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/8/2010 8:51:59 AM)
quote: Just for the fun of it, may I ask if any here would be happy to reveal the most unlawful thing they did as a kid, as I understand not even us in our youth were angelic, and my thoughts are that many of us did was then looked upon by the older generation as horrific as we do now to what we see of the younger I transferred schools my senior year, and I ended up with a crew of Marilyn Manson fans and pseudo wiccans who would steal stuff for me. I wrote a stealing manifesto for them with rules and stuff and ended up with insane amounts of stuff that I didn't even really want. As a teenager though I was more just a snotty punk brat than a criminal. Shoplifting and smoking pot were the worst of my crimes as a kid. Though I more than made up for it as a young adult.

ShoreBound149 -> RE: Our naughty youth ? (7/8/2010 10:02:18 AM)
I once wore levis under my altar boy vestments. Boy was Father Brennan angry.

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