Things you got up to
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Following on from another thread, what stuff did you get up to as a kid?
We used to swap driveway gates around & once moved a rotary line of washing to a neighbours line 3-4 days down!
Always had a rule that we never caused any physical damage, beyond that we had a lot of scope! Moving a load of traffic cones & signs to block off the High St in our town at 2am was possibly pushing it to the limit though, the a
hole Taxi driver who drove straight through the cones regretted it when one got stuck under his new Sierra Sapphire!
We used to swap driveway gates around & once moved a rotary line of washing to a neighbours line 3-4 days down!
Always had a rule that we never caused any physical damage, beyond that we had a lot of scope! Moving a load of traffic cones & signs to block off the High St in our town at 2am was possibly pushing it to the limit though, the a
hole Taxi driver who drove straight through the cones regretted it when one got stuck under his new Sierra Sapphire! Moving For Sale signs around... often put them up outside our school on the way back from parties in the middle of the night...
the usual stuff, mucking around with shopping trollies, cones ending up in odd places, like you OP, nothing that caused damage, though incovenience.
However we got in trouble once for being in the wrong place at the wrong time - some other teens were spotted kicking over and mucking around with some roadworks in the middle of the night around a trench in the road, leaving it exposed. Police came around to investigate it and found us in the vicinity and didn't believe us when we insisted it wasn't us, so we put them back together
the usual stuff, mucking around with shopping trollies, cones ending up in odd places, like you OP, nothing that caused damage, though incovenience.
However we got in trouble once for being in the wrong place at the wrong time - some other teens were spotted kicking over and mucking around with some roadworks in the middle of the night around a trench in the road, leaving it exposed. Police came around to investigate it and found us in the vicinity and didn't believe us when we insisted it wasn't us, so we put them back together
BRISTOL86 said:
troc said:
Rearranged a load of roadworks signage in Bristol around 25 years ago to force cars into an endless loop along whiteladies road and around the block and back onto whiteladies again.
25 years later and things are no better now!
I don't think anyone has noticed.Fireball football was one of our favourites.
Wrap a load of kitchen roll, rags and newspaper up into a ball, secure with tape and then douse with white spirit, light and then kick around the local field until your shoes melted to your feet, the field caught fire or the ball burnt out.
It used to roar across the sky like a comet!
Wrap a load of kitchen roll, rags and newspaper up into a ball, secure with tape and then douse with white spirit, light and then kick around the local field until your shoes melted to your feet, the field caught fire or the ball burnt out.
It used to roar across the sky like a comet!
Used to play on building sites...a lot. Back in the seventies there was a housing boom, and our estate was expending so it provided just the best playground we younger residents craved.
From jumping off the roof onto the sand piles, hiding in drains, feeding the obligatory bonfire, running around all the scaffolding, damaging new kitchen units through use of 'match mortars' (foil wrapped swan vesta heads) to operating a dumper truck one night...the stuff of HSE nightmares. Luckily we had run of the place for nearly four years.
We found swan vesta matches would also ignite under moving vehicle tyres.
All small scale naughtiness that would have gotten us a proper caning had Ma + Pa found out.
From jumping off the roof onto the sand piles, hiding in drains, feeding the obligatory bonfire, running around all the scaffolding, damaging new kitchen units through use of 'match mortars' (foil wrapped swan vesta heads) to operating a dumper truck one night...the stuff of HSE nightmares. Luckily we had run of the place for nearly four years.
We found swan vesta matches would also ignite under moving vehicle tyres.
All small scale naughtiness that would have gotten us a proper caning had Ma + Pa found out.
Hoofy said:
Shakermaker said:
Moving For Sale signs around... often put them up outside our school on the way back from parties in the middle of the night...
SO IT WAS YOUR FAULT. I WENT TO BUY A 1 BED STUDIO AND ENDED UP BUYING A SECONDARY SCHOOL THAT WASN'T EVEN FOR SALE!!! 
One lad would wait at the bus stop, when a bus pulled up a second lad would pull the emergency stop on the bus! For bonus points you could wedge the stop out with a twig which would mean the driver would have to get out and remove the twig 
We found the box that controlled streetlights for a few streets, a torch would knock the lights out!
Setting canal boats free was always fun
We found the box that controlled streetlights for a few streets, a torch would knock the lights out!
Setting canal boats free was always fun
My Dad had a private allotment across the road from our house that he never used. The allotment was out of sight from almost every angle as it was surrounded by trees bushes etc. At around the age of 14, we converted the old garden shed into a "den", old settees, carpet, candle holders and a big f@ck off brick fire place to keep us warm . My mates and I basically spent our teens in that shed, from playing poker, getting wasted on cheap cider and vodka to having our first fondles with the local girls that were willing to let us have a go!
We could never understand the other gangs of kids, that used to hang around the local shop in the freezing winter cold and rain, whilst we were having the time of our lives in our garden shed with the wood burner!
I have endless stories about that place, imagine five or six lads and four or five girls being left to their own devices, unsupervised for five or six hours every night after school. We kept going down there for years, then at 17 we all started to learn to drive and pass our tests and that was the end of that! Great times though.
We could never understand the other gangs of kids, that used to hang around the local shop in the freezing winter cold and rain, whilst we were having the time of our lives in our garden shed with the wood burner!
I have endless stories about that place, imagine five or six lads and four or five girls being left to their own devices, unsupervised for five or six hours every night after school. We kept going down there for years, then at 17 we all started to learn to drive and pass our tests and that was the end of that! Great times though.
oh yeah, burning stuff, and trying to make stuff explode, was also a fun pastime in the right place. One of my mates had a huge back garden so we'd often go down there with the obligatory Lynx cans and lighters and matches and petrol from his dad's lawnmower, anything we could get our hands on. Someone also told us how to make flour explode if you threw it up in the air at the right moment.
Lynx can bazooka with old bits of drain pipe...
Lynx can bazooka with old bits of drain pipe...
The usual out cycling all day in the holidays; out at 8:00 and back before dark, god can you imagine that being the norm now, constructing jumps in the woods and having a fire pit to jump through.
Used to love fire in general and would try and burn most things; a can of WD40 with the straw in made a great flame thrower, as did any deodorant, particularly Lynx.
There was a massive new housing estate built in the 80's/early 90's, used to be farmland; I still live in the area now, my best mate and I used to play on the building site, which had no, or very little fencing; no health and safety bks back then, I remember in the evening we would go into the shell of the houses, close and lock all the windows and nick all the keys and just throw them. We had great fun.
Swimming down at the local river and cycling down the hugely steep sand bank into said river; I still go there every so often when out with the dogs and think I must have been mad cycling down it, it was so steep and just covered in rocks.
I do find it odd now that the thing to do seems to be to congregate at the local bus stop; no matter the weather, looking all menacing.
Used to love fire in general and would try and burn most things; a can of WD40 with the straw in made a great flame thrower, as did any deodorant, particularly Lynx.
There was a massive new housing estate built in the 80's/early 90's, used to be farmland; I still live in the area now, my best mate and I used to play on the building site, which had no, or very little fencing; no health and safety b
ks back then, I remember in the evening we would go into the shell of the houses, close and lock all the windows and nick all the keys and just throw them. We had great fun.Swimming down at the local river and cycling down the hugely steep sand bank into said river; I still go there every so often when out with the dogs and think I must have been mad cycling down it, it was so steep and just covered in rocks.
I do find it odd now that the thing to do seems to be to congregate at the local bus stop; no matter the weather, looking all menacing.
Edited by HTP99 on Wednesday 27th July 15:14
troc said:
Rearranged a load of roadworks signage in Bristol around 25 years ago to force cars into an endless loop along whiteladies road and around the block and back onto whiteladies again.
As a student in Bristol (other side of the Downs of course), 24 years ago, I seem to remember that!welshjon81 said:
My Dad had a private allotment across the road from our house that he never used. The allotment was out of sight from almost every angle as it was surrounded by trees bushes etc. At around the age of 14, we converted the old garden shed into a "den", old settees, carpet, candle holders and a big f@ck off brick fire place to keep us warm . My mates and I basically spent our teens in that shed, from playing poker, getting wasted on cheap cider and vodka to having our first fondles with the local girls that were willing to let us have a go!
We could never understand the other gangs of kids, that used to hang around the local shop in the freezing winter cold and rain, whilst we were having the time of our lives in our garden shed with the wood burner!
I have endless stories about that place, imagine five or six lads and four or five girls being left to their own devices, unsupervised for five or six hours every night after school. We kept going down there for years, then at 17 we all started to learn to drive and pass our tests and that was the end of that! Great times though.
Sounds like a 80's/90's Speilberg film We could never understand the other gangs of kids, that used to hang around the local shop in the freezing winter cold and rain, whilst we were having the time of our lives in our garden shed with the wood burner!
I have endless stories about that place, imagine five or six lads and four or five girls being left to their own devices, unsupervised for five or six hours every night after school. We kept going down there for years, then at 17 we all started to learn to drive and pass our tests and that was the end of that! Great times though.
The stuff of dreams to a teenager that is
ETA :
I remember going up the (south) downs a lot. Running amock in the woods and fields. Digging pits chucking anything we could get our hands on in it and setting fire to it.
A full can of snow spray went up well one evening. It looked like a winter wonderland.. Didn't smell like one mind.
Edited by Buff Mchugelarge on Wednesday 27th July 15:25
Shakermaker said:
Hoofy said:
Shakermaker said:
Moving For Sale signs around... often put them up outside our school on the way back from parties in the middle of the night...
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