Strip down to my diaper, put my mom's cherry red lipstick all over my face, throw on a pair of my cool ass pink plastic sunglasses and pose my ass off for pictures. I also ate paper.

I told this story before, but me and my 2 little mates mixed up a bag of cement we found, and concreted the playground and the neighbours brand new alfa

---Accidentally drank my brother's piss (I thought it was soda, but he had pissed in the can instead)

---Released the emergency brake in the family car and rolled down the driveway (fortunately, another car was driving up the street, driver rushed out and saved me, boy I got a good whoopin' that day!)

---Wet my bed all the up to 7th grade (summer camp cured me!)

---Used imagination when we were out of a certain food item, like jelly, it was peanut butter and sugar samiches. Or just sugar samiches. Or if there was no juice, sugar water was always good

My brother and I used to slide down the stairs on our stomachs with our hands above our heads just so we could watch them flop. And then we wondered where we got rug burns from.

When my mom said we were 'running amock' we used to go "A mucka mucka muckamuckamuckamucka" until it didn't sound like a word anymore. I can only imagine what she must have felt like. We were obnoxious.

I used to take rides in the clothes dryer.

Stax said:

Get out!

I once hid in the dryer when playing hide and seek with my cousins. I had one of them close the door for me after I'd crawled inside and it turned on!! It was scary.
I came out with quite a headache.

4everYoung said:

CarrieMpls said:

Yep. When I did it, I would wear my skateboard helmet.

Stax said:

Now I know for next time.

I was always such a wimpy kid. I was too scared to go in the dryer even though I desperately wanted to.

Actually, I think I was more scared of getting caught or finding a spider in the basement than actually going in the dryer.

when I was around 5-6 my brothers told me the ole troll under the bed he'll grab your feet and drag you under with the monsters

so I sat on my floor staring under my bed that day to try to see the monsters

figured they must only come out at night

so... i spent most every night after for the next couple yrs sleeping under my bed

with the monsters so they would not grab my feet



true story

CarrieMpls said:

Adults can totally fit into the big ones at the laundrymat.

Mach said:

My older brother used to tell me there were cannibals under my bed. I was terrified of them, so each night when I'd go to bed I'd take a running leap at the bed to avoid being close to the edge of it. One night he snuck in there and hid under my bed. Waited for my mom to come tuck me in and turn out the lights. Just as I was falling alseep he reached his hand out from under the bed and tried to grab me!!!!!
I screamed and jumped and ran out of the room and slept with a nightlight for years after that.

Stax said:

ooh! Good plan.

CarrieMpls said:

Wow, both stories remind me of how a relative told me there was a vampire living in my closet when I was like seven or eight (I think). I believed him so I slept with the closet door shut and the light in there on. I'd sit there and stare at the closet for hours to see if there were any shadows or anything. My mom always wondered why I slept with the closet light on...but the door was closed.

CarrieMpls said:

that sux man brothers can suck sometimes

Protege said:

wow- maybe I should be thankful that I was an only child

Protege said:

my older brother Mike was afraid of the dragon in his closet ... so one night i walked over and turned on the closet light abn=nd said to him "what dragon"
( i'm 3 yrs younger then he ) we laughed and then he was not scared anymore

Protege said:

I was afraid of closet monsters too. I was really scared of the dark for years. I needed to see what was going on. I couldn't do sleepovers at friend's houses for a long time cause I was too shy to ask for a light to be left on but I'd get too scared to sleep with it off and my mom would end up picking me up every time.

Mach said:

I remember my brother was scared of this character that he had a little mini poster of, and I was so mean I feel so cruel thinking about this now. I could've been a better older sister.

Well, he had the little mini poster and he told me where he hid it from himself. Well one day my mom told me to put his laundry in his room and I found the poster and put it on his pillow. He was so mad at me...

Protege said:

My brothers used to tell me that the beats i used to love to eat as a child at the dinner table were deer hearts

Mach said:

Wow. I guess that sort of thing happens to everyone. Unfortunately I was the cause of some of that for my brother. It would only be fair if he went and told that story to someone making me out as the villain.

Protege said:

I used to beat the crap outta my brother

I am in no way innocent

Mach said:

I did too.

Protege said:

Protege said:

I stopped fighting with my sister shortly after she started wearing her nails long.

Stax said:

I've been growing my nails long since second grade. My brother still didn't learn any better.

Stax said:

Yeah, you don't want to risk losing an eye. My sister scratched me years ago and I still have a scar.

IAintTheOne said:

2 , you meant 12 right?

Stax said:

I didn't claw and scratch ... I threw forearm shivers