#stupid kid stuff

[undecisionmaker]

Item: A Fork In The Road Rarity: ✶ Rare

What video game decision still haunts you?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

Ooo! A rare one. I think that would be when I gave my full government name to a game when I was nine.

[silly-zai]

I JUST REMEMVERED WHEN U WAS YOUNGER I WROTE 'Have a nice life' ON CHRISTMAS CARDS N I MEANT IT TO BE NICE N MY MAM SAID MAYBE DONT WRITE THAT BUT I DIDNT REALISE THAT THAT MAY COME ACROSS AS RUDE BC I WAS TRHJNG TO WISH PPL A GOOD LIFE HELP

[sweettea4me]

I remember when I was a kid and I ate straight tortillas as a snack, and I liked to take to the pool and dip them in the water to give them some flavor... I was not bright....

[peakenergyman-blog]

Funny Story - Glow sticks beware

So one time in junior high (7th or 8th grade I think) we had one of those school assemblies in the gym to boost school spirit or something. For some reason they thought it would be a great idea to give each kid a glow stick and then turn the lights out. Well, as you can imagine, everyone immediately started freaking out, screaming, throwing glow sticks, and.... well acting like the immature kids we were.

Well, after a few moments the lights came back on and the principal (spelled with p a l at the end because he’s your friend :)) comes running out all red in the face and flapping his arms like he’s trying to fly or something. “Nooo, NOOO, NOOOO... DON’T THROW THE GLOW STICKS...” he starts screaming. 

You know what happens next... a volley of glow sticks start raining down on the center of the gym floor where he is standing. By this point, I’m laughing so hard I think I wet myself a little. A few of the glow sticks must have split open or something as there was liquid raining down as well. The kid a couple rows in front of me was so emotionally overexcited he must have thought it would be a good idea to try and drink one. I mean, come on... it wasn’t like it was a slush pop or something.

They made him go to the nurse for that one.

[x-southernconstellations-blog]

In fourth grade my teacher assigned us an essay on what we did over spring break or whatever, and my family was never the type to go on vacations or do anything special just because it's a school break. When I told my teacher that she was so amazed that my family was "boring" and didn't do extra stuff, but she said that I still had to write about something I did over break so I wrote an essay about Paul Blart Mall Cop. Somewhere in my box of elementary school stuff is an essay about Paul Blart. It is my mission to find it.

[kingfinfat]

I grew up in the 90's where there was this Skittles commercial of some people planting skittles and making skittles trees growing. So me being the brilliant kid I was, I planted some and told my parents. THEY STOOD THERE AND WATCHED ME. They told me it would grow. It never did and I asked why and they said I didn't water it enough.

I'm the smartest person. OTL

[vehicon8088y]

This is Bob. Bob says "hi". See Bob now. See Bob die.

[for-hyrul3-blog]

I'm going to tell you guys a story... or two I don't know.

Okay, so when I was about 4 or 5-years-old, I was living a town next to the one I'm living in now called Royalston. The driveway dips down a little hill that reaches to the garage, and next to the garage is a rock wall and beyond that is the front yard. I decided to be a genius and stand at the very tip of the ledge of the rock wall, and then look over to the bottom of the driveway. As I was leaning over, I fell off the rock wall, tumbled down, and hit the pavement below. I had to have blacked out either for a couple minutes, because I don't remember the sensation of the whole trip down the rock wall. I just remember opening my eyes and feeling stiff while laying on the ground, with my head and side painfully burning. I look to my right where it hurt, and my whooole right side of my torso was ripped up and bleeding. Once I recognized it, it started hurting pretty badly. So, of course me being a pansy when I was little, I started bawling and ran to my mommy and daddy.

The reason why I brought this story up now is because I just noticed some white scars on my right side (mostly on my hip, which was where most of the impact had taken place) that I don't remember noticing. I know exactly where they're from, too. Hence the story. It's not noticeable unless you go up to my side and look at it, but they're there. I look back at it and laugh. I mean, what, did I think I was fucking invincible and if I put all my weight leaning over the side of a rock wall my parents told me to be careful of because I could fall over onto the pavement driveway? Apparently. I must have hit my head too considering I have a good sized dent in the back of my skull where I would've hit my head going down.

So that's one of the causes to make me into who I am now... oops.

That, or when I was about 1 or 2-years-old, and I ran full force, head first, into a corner of a way, cracking the fucking drywall and having the biggest bump on my head in less than 4 seconds after the impact? (I have the dent at the top of my forehead to prove it.) The fuck was wrong with me when I was a kid, I was so weird and stupid and paranoid all the time, what the hell.