Aw, I guess I have to add mine. I jumped from about 30 feet out of a tree with a parachute made from garbage bags and knitting yarn. I think I was about 10.
Drag racing one of my motorcycles.
In front of the police station.
"Everyone wants to be an AM Gangsta until it's time to start doing AM Gangsta shit."
Beating up 5 kids that jumped me when I was 6 years old. Must have been a big deal. The kids parents "hired" a couple of black kids and one white kid from another neighborhood to jump me. I "won" if you will but it pissed off my dad. He was pissed off because it was a school day and I had my school clothes on even though it was well after school.
Let me check on the statute of limitations and I'll get back to you.
“Nobody is going to feel sorry for us. 90% of the people don’t care, the other 10% are glad it happened.” — Clint Hurdle, 2019
BAN THE DH!
Fudd's First Law of Opposition: If you push something hard enough, it WILL fall down.
Teslacle's Deviant to Fudd's Law: It goes in, it must go out.
"The 2020 election wasn't stolen, and speaking the truth is only a crime in countries ruled by tyrants" - Liz Cheney
“Nero fiddled while Rome burned. Trump golfed.” — Bernie Sanders
While building the treehouse mandatory for males to build in order to achieve "manhood", we cut down a very tall oak tree which promptly fell across some high tension feeders, knocking power out to several modest neighborhoods. They never figured out who was responsible.
On graduation night, after hiring some geeks as designated drivers to haul us to Va Beach (another ritual of passage), two of us climbed out of the passenger windows at 55 mph in the Hampton Roads Bridge/Tunnel and rode through the tunnel lying on the hoods of our cars. The Norfolk Police were waiting for us on the other side. They were impressed that we had designated drivers, so they let us go after a lot of hassle. I got locked up several hours later in Va Beach for public intoxication.
There's more, but some stories are best untold ...
In High School, we once had a religious guy give an all-school assembly (1200 kids). I think it was an anti-drug thing, not religious, but the guy was wearing a white suit, white shoes and driving a white Caddy. We wrapped a buddy's head in a cloth and had him "streak" the stage (1973, streaking was still "in"). Me and another buddy provided cover (I had a master key to the school). The streak was done BEHIND the speaker, so he had no idea what hit him -- just that all of the sudden, the audience went nuts. Streaker buddy was "closeted" in a locked dressing room backstage seconds later, which went unnoticed during the subsequent search for the offender. They never did figure out who was behind it, but it got a nice write-up in the paper. ;) A few of the teachers were "mortified."
I went on to smoke pot. :rofl:
As did so many. When I was in High school it was impossible to avoid. I used pot, alcohol, and dabbled with "harder stuff" i.e. cocaine, heroin, acid, etc. And I will admit, I liked it. However, it was so common in those days I hardly even consider it unique. So did so many others as I did. heck, I remember the mother of one friend of mine telling us how she and her friends were partying at jazz clubs and getting high on all sorts of drugs back in the 1930's. Guess she was a cool swingin "reefer madness" kinda dame.
I keep my 2 feet on the ground, and my head in the twilight zone.