Something like that happened to me 2 years ago with my crush.. We were at school in physical education, and were the 2 only ones that were playing basket. I dunno how it went, but somehow my front teeth hit his skull. He was bleeding like hell, and I was feeling so bad that I was crying. owo

He went to the infirmary, and after we were like hugging each other and he said to me: I was so fucking worried about you, I thought your teeth were broken or something.

The story of Bad Barney

Once upon a time my Uncle bought me a stuffed Barney the dinosaur toy, hated the damn thing so I shoved it to the bottom of the toy box in our living room.
One day me and my two cousins were out in the backyard playing in the Playhouse, everything was great till I left to go potty and see the Barney doll on the steps by my Grandpa's workshop.
Not want to see it's face again I decided to take it and throw it in the trashcan. The next day I wake up and see it on my bed with the stench of garbage still on it, freak out and we decide to tear it up and bury it in different spots in the front and back yard. Next day it's repaired and back in our rooms. For about a week we try everything to get rid of the toy and it always seemed to come back.
To finally end it all I decided to burn it which in turned set half the house ablaze... oops

So yeah when I was a kid I was convinced that toy was fucking possessed.


2nd story:

I got expelled from Pre-school for breaking a kids nose because he pushed me off a tricycle when it was my turn to go around the bike circle. XD

When i was very very little we use to live on a farm. Dont anymore as it was burned down. Anyway I was like around 4 at the time. we use to have a bunch of chickens. And I loved them sooo much. I wanted to cuddle them, but chickens dont want to be cuddled by a little gross kid. So they would flail and i would of course drop them. I was very small so it wasn't really much of a drop or anything. But i guess after a while i would start to anticipate dropping and having to pick it back up again. So mid drop i would lift up my leg to step forward to pick it up again. So the chicken would hit my foot and bounce off. And i would pick it up again, and repeat. I was basically drop kicking chickens over and over. I didn't understand i just want to cuddle them.

i dont remember doing it but my parents have pictures and to this day still bring it up. they think its the funniest thing ever.

One day, I was 10 or 11, something like that. I put makeup of my little brother's face and dressed him like a girl and brought him out the house. I wanted a sister so much that I tried to transform my brother...

My mom stopped me when we were in front of the house, on the road. She was like : Dafuk you did to your brother ?

Yeah.. I was special.. '^'

When I was about 3, I ate daffodil bulbs thinking they were green onions. They're highly toxic. I remember them tasting good.

When the second or third Harry Potter movie came out, I had a few toys. At the time, my mom was driving two states down to California to see our family and her dying grandfather. On one trip, she got me a Hermione figure, the one where she's turning into a cat. Well, we stayed at a hotel, and I noticed that you needed a keycard to enter your room. The next day, when we were getting ready to leave the hotel, I took the cardboard pieces from inside the action figure's packaging and managed to get it stuck in a key card slot for a hotel room, and couldn't get it out. I ran away, we left and I forgot about it. Last summer we drove by the same hotel and I was instantly hit by a wave of guilt.

More innocently, I kissed a frog when I was like 4 or 5, thinking it would transform into a French prince.

Okay i occasionally go to biology camp. It's always fun time. There aren't amy real adults present at those camps only people ranging from 12 to 25, and people ranging from 18 to 25 are the leaders. This particular camp was centered around bat catching, and some research about mice. One night we hung up our nets and waited....
We concluded that there weren't any bats in that particular part of the forest. So around 3 am we got bored. But this old lady came along too. She was an old member of those camps. She knew quite a lot about mushrooms. So she took us in to the forest. And started feeding us mushrooms that she said are eatable. That that's how i ended up eating wild mushrooms 3 am in a forest i've never been before hoping i wouldn't get poisoned.

I have a scar on the side of my eye because when I was little my Mom was unloading groceries from our van and told me to wait. I decided I could get out on my own and tripped and fell out smacking my head on the corner of a brick next to the driveway. Missed taking my eye out by a fraction.

one time had to make a display in year 3 about friendship or somethin, everyone was making themselves using these card cutouts of people so i deicded to make an indian girl. and when i put a red dot on her head on for the bindi and asked the teacher did i do it right, she took my indian person cardthing off me and made stay in at playtime and told my mum id been being racist?? i still get mad about that.

one time i built a religious shrine in my closet centered around the installation discs for Dungeon Siege because i liked the game so much and i would just sit there and stare at them for much longer than you'd think i was capable of at 11

My mom was hospitalized for a month or so when I was younger, and the hospital had a huge wooden statue of a cheetah in the lobby. I was enthralled with the thing and wanted it for my own. Knowing that I couldn't take it home with me, I figured the next best thing would be to scent mark it so that everyone knew it was mine. I had sense enough to know I wasn't supposed to pee on things in public, so what other bodily fluid should I use? Saliva, of course. Everybody thought it was so cute that I ran over and "petted the cheetah" all over whenever we visited my mom, when I'd actually licked my hands seconds before and was rubbing my spit over every surface I could reach. I hope the hospital staff cleaned that statue regularly...

When i was a kid (don't remember how old i was, believe i was about 6 or so?) i was quite a special kid growing up, having weird ideas and thoughts. At one point when i went outside i saw my nextdoor neighbour friend in the yard of my friend across the street, so of course i just run over there to see what they were doing and if i could join them in whatever they were playing, they were playing that they were characters from videogames, and they allowed me to join them. I remember that i chose to play Ty from the game series Ty the Tasmanian tiger, and i don't know what we said to eachother after that, i know it was not that we came to any disagrement but all i remember is that when we played this game where i was Ty in this case, i bit my neighbour in the head, just because that was an attack. And i remember him starting to cry (and i understand that, being bit by me as a child would probably have given you rabies or something) and i just run as fast as i can back across the street and run inside my house again.

I don't know if any of my neighbours remember that, i hope not. But i'm not friends with them anymore and one of them is probably to stoned on drugs to even remember what he ate for breakfast so i can't really ask them and really don't want to incase that makes them remember.

Well it wasn't really a child persay I was 14 years old at the time. I went out and met my grandparents for the first time on my father's side everything was going fine we met we talked then grandpa's friend had to go outside and talk to somebody about fish that was smoking in the smokehouse next thing I know she's trying to start a big rig plow through all of our vehicles to smash that smokehouse it turns out that the person who was smoking fish in there was smoking illegal fish as we had to pull her out of the truck all of us collectively decided to tip it over and burn it so that's what we did and they all got drunk when it came time to going home I was the one who had to drive and I went ok I'll just drive real slowly don't know how to drive only 14 well!!!!!

It turns out my grandpa has never driven the truck at night with good reason to the headlights are pointed straight at the ground you can see two feet in front of you so I was all over the road no lines on the road it was back road luckily we managed to make it and we all had a good laugh still do to this day

PS it turns out the smokehouse was finished the same day that they burnt it

one time when i was little I pooped in my big sister's guitar.

so many stories... can't list them all in one forum:) Hmmm... how about almost accidently hitting my dad with 100+ mph canteloupe via a home-made air-mortar?