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"Do you believe, you believe in magic?
'Cos I believe, I believe that I do,
Yes, I can see I believe that it's magic
If your mission is magic your love will shine true."
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I feel your pain. When I was in 3rd and 4th grade (8 & 9) I collected Megos like crazy. All in window boxes: Falcon, Captain America, Iron Man, Batman, Robin, Spider-Man, Green Arrow and even some Action Jackson. But by the time 4th grade ended I was getting more and more into Micronauts. So I sold off all of my very well taken care of figures for maybe $3 or $5 each to finance the Micronaut purchases. Also sold off my mint Battlestar Galactica fighters that still fired missiles. And when I was 25 and clearing out stuff from my childhood room, I took my whole collection of vintage 12-back Star Wars figures including mail-away display stand and some Empire Strikes Back and 1978 second wave figures (Greedo, Hammerhead, etc…) put them in a garbage bag and told my brother “This is for your son…” The bag with all the figures was thrown out in the trash. :(
Oh and as far as personal danger goes, I lived near the boardwalk in Brooklyn. And at that time the boardwalk was truly 8-12 feet from the sand; nowadays it’s filled in. On a dare I jumped from the boardwalk to the sand and landed face first right into the sand since I didn’t time my landing right. Face full of sand, friends laughing. But also TONS of homeless people and worse did whatever they did under the boardwalk and saw me land. Happily the shock of me appearing from nowhere gave me time to shake the sand off and run back up to the boardwalk.
Also some kids who were the children of a local drug dealer stole my Big Wheel. I was furious! So I found the bungalow (yes, literally a crappy shack) where they lived, sneaked over and managed to steal it back. The dad came out screaming and as an adult I know that he clearly abused his kids. So little reason to think I wouldn’t have gotten the crap beat out of me if he caught me. And on top of that I had to dodge and old lady who lived in the alley and threw buckets of water on anyone walking down that alley. Because that’s just how she dealt with the world.
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Played around train trestles and once jumped off a moving freight train; both the epitome of stupidity. There is other stuff, too, but I dun wanna sownd 2 stupeed.
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My friends and i played a game called round up......at night with torches in abandoned buildings in Brooklyn.....nothing I mean nothing gave me and my friends such a rush than running around trying to hide and not get caught.....by our parents, the cops or by the bums that lived in those buildings....Comment
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This is the tip of the iceberg.
My friends and I went up the rusted staircases in the towers left over from the 1964-65 Worlds Fair Park in NY, (see MIB movie). Some staircases had 1-2 missing steps. If I had hit a stair that was loose and gave way I could'a fell 1,2,3 stories down and died. Nobody would have found my body for years if I had been alone. The view at the top was spectacular tho. Wish I had owned a camera back then.
I explored the Rink Building next to those same towers with a friend from H.S. years later. We lit a rolled up newspaper to explore the inside. It was pitch black and when we lit the torch from out of the darkness we heard people groaning. Apparently squatters & homeless had made it their home and we woke them up. My friend dove out the hole in the wall and I stood there trying to put out the torch as who-knows-who was approaching in the dark. Made it out OK tho.
When I first learned how to ride a bike I didn't know how to use the brakes properly and decided a glass door on a office building would make an excellent brake. Luckily the door was only glass in the middle and thick wood around the frame. So my wheel hit the wood outline and the bike made a 90 degree flip skyward and I was thrown backwards. The glass was never touched/broken. Really don't know how that worked out so well. I shouldn't have survived that.
One post-July 4th my brother and his friend collected gunpowder,(?), from dud fireworks. They put it into a plastic film container. Knowing my brother gets injured faster than I do I volunteered to light it, without a fuse, by directly dropping a match into the container. Later, in the Emergency room, as the doctor was trying to separate my fused together eyelids, (melted eye-lashes stick together very well), he said that I was lucky I didn't burn my eyes out because the skin had second degree burns and I had burned some of my hair off. Also using a film container to hold the powder was like using a gun chamber. It directed the blast with nowhere to go except up where my face was.Comment
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We always played in the attic, which had a thin ceiling separating the main attic from the pointy part above. It was just made from light wooden beams and tiles nailed onto those. My friend Glenn, whose house it was, climbed up there through a loose tile (he was James Bond), and my friend Irwin (who was a Bond bad guy) followed. Glenn knew he needed to step on the beams to move across the wooden "skeleton" of the fake roof. Irwin just went straight ahead, coming down through the panels and taking the whole roof with him. I was standing underneath him when I saw his legs coming through first. Halfway, he got "impaled" on a nail (lost of screaming), and then he landed.
Glenn's dad gave us hell that afternoon.
Irwin didn't come to school the next day....
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"When things are at their darkest, it's a brave man that can kick back and party."Comment
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In 3rd grade, I killed a man.WANTED - Solid-Boxed WGSH's, C.8 or better.Comment
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A couple of friends and I went camping in some woods near our house. Among the stupid things we did that trip were sneaking my 22 rifle out and shooting at anything that moved and squirting lighter fluid onto the fire when it died down. Luckily nobody else really ever roamed around those woods at the time.Comment
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I can't even remember how much stupid stuff I did as a child and that might be a good thing. A few stick in my memory though.
A grocery store by our house had a concrete embankment behind it. It was at a 45 degree angle and about 20- 30 feet high that went all the way around the back of the store. My friend, my brother and I used to sled down the dry concrete on cardboard. It all stopped one day when I ended up hitting my tail bone of a piece of rebar that was sticking out at the bottom. Needless to say what would have happened if it went a few inches lower.
We used to play on the roof of our 2 story house and never once thought about how bad we could have gotten hurt if we fell. We just wanted to see how well our homemade parachutes would work with our GI Joes. Once dad figured out we were doing this, it came to an abrupt stop.
We once decided to see how well leaves would burn in my grandmas back yard. My cousin decided to throw some paper and a styrofoam cup on the pile. To make a long story short, we were able to get water and get the fire out before any damage, or anyone, found out. That was the one and only time we touched fire. It scarred the crap out of us.
Thank goodness lessons were learned from this stupidity.
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Shortly after discovering rollercoasters I road my bike to the top of a big hill and plummeted myself down at top speed - I guess I just assumed that no one but me would be using the sidewalk that day. Fortunately I stopped myself against the passenger door of a parked Cadillac instead of an infant or pregnant mother. Also fortunately I was too young to do serious damage - I didn't castrate myself on the bike's center bar.Comment
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Thinking I could make a living as an artist.
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In high school my friends and I borrowed the janitors keys and went to the hardware store and copied as many as we could that were allowed to be copied. We had a beef with the students council that year because of some rather public gay bashing the council president did against a friend of ours.
So after school on a Friday, we used the keys to get in to the students council office and stole their couch. We proceeded to take the couch around town and took pictures of it in various locations (similar to the Cranberries album) which we then sent back to them the following Monday.Comment
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