I remember when I was young, I was a daredevil like no other(at least in my mind). I would hop on my bike and peddal like the devil was chasing me and hit our homemade ramp at full speed, just to see how far I could fly. I would climb whatever was handy just to get a look around.
We hd a minibike that I absolutely loved. I would ride it till it ran out of gas or my dad made me get off of it, whichever came first. I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair, yeah I had hair then. The feeling of freedom, no matter how fleeting, was amazing.
I would take apart fireworks and pile up all the powder then light it. In retrospect that wasn’t the brightest thing to do, I got a lot of burns that way, but I kept on doing it since it was fun!
That said, why does this make me cringe?
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I guess I have seen one too many episodes of Americas funniest home videos.
Doesn't it kind of scare you to think that your kids could do similar things?
I just close my eyes and pray now.
I won’t even get into the things we tried to smoke. The mini bike opened up a love for motorcycles that has lasted to this day. I don’t own one at the moment though as my wife is NOT a fan!
So you’re the reason they wouldn’t buy me a mini bike… And at least she’s not trying to flips like Kylie does…gymnastics was not a good idea..and the fireworks thing..yeah I did that too heck I still do but I never took mine to the park..
Ha, you don’t need a mini bike, you’ll hurt yourself. Park? Shhhhhhhhhh
The taking apart fireworks thingy reminded me of a very funny story from my youth:
I used to do that with my friends, only we’d use the stuff from Sparklers and Smoke-Bombs too. We’d use it to make bigger fireworks of our own. Then, one day, one of my friends added the stuff from Snaps (those little paper wrapped things that pop when you throw them on the ground) to his little pile of powder. Then he conveniently wrapped it all up in a paper towel to take it home. He placed it in his back pocket, stood up to leave and after about five steps the Snaps set off the entire concotion in his back pocket. There was no explosion, but his pants caught on fire and we had to douse him with a hose to put it out. He wasn’t seriously hurt.
I still laugh when I think about it.
Oh yeah, that would have been hilarious!