When I was about ten years old I was into Robin Hood. I wanted to make myself a quiver because I had found a piece of leather that looked like it could be configured into a quiver. So I go and get this sewing needle from my Mom's sewing box and go to work on this quiver. The work is tough. Needles aren't made to go through leather. My hand slips and the sewing needle goes all the way through my thumb running parallel to the nail. Then I got to pull it out.
I once did something stupid with a smoke bomb as well. I had a bag of fireworks and I lit a smoke bomb. I was holding it in my hand making smoke patterns in the air and then I decided it would be cool to fill up the fireworks bag with smoke. Well, suffice to say the whole bag of fireworks went off in one big bang and went on for a minute or so right next to my cousin's new Camaro. Luckily, his car was not damaged but boy did I ever feel stupid. Plus, I lost all my fireworks in a matter of seconds. It was quite a show, however. I almost lost my face looking into the bag when I was doing it. Doh!
During one particularly hot summer day when I was 8, I wanted to cool off in the water sprinkler. But it was hot and buggy outside. So, I did what seemed like a good idea: I took the sprinkler into the living room. At the time, I thought it was revolutionary -- I had combined the coolness of a water sprinkler with the comfort of indoor living. I couldn't believe nobody had ever thought of this. Obviously, after walking into a room with curling wallpaper and pools of water everywhere, my parents had a different perspective. In fact, my butt is still sore from their perspective.
Oh yeeaaahhh... ...in 7th grade, a friend and I decided to bake brownies authentic to whatever time period for extra credit in history. Well, he did the baking at least, I don't remember doing anything, but, he decided that he wanted to put something extra in them. A nice airline bottle of Smirnoff as added. Probably burned away during cooking, but still. Best damn brownies ever.
