So, so many...

-Went down the stairs, on my bum, backwards. Nearly broke my neck.
-Tried to eat an omelette with both hands and feet whilst sitting in a high chair. The photo my mum took of it is absolutely hilarious.
-Picked blackberries off the bush, then washed them in our paddling pool before eating them, picked-up grass, dirt and all.
-Climbed our apple tree and fell into the neighbour's holly bush as a result.
-Decided to see what the 'milk' coming out the fake cow on a farm was (in my defence, you were meant to 'milk' the model they had, you just weren't meant to drink the water that came out). I ended up with some kind of tummy upset, but it was worth it to see the look on everyone's faces.
-Snorted orange juice up my nose in order to spray it into my sister's face.
-Allowed my sisters to roll off the chair onto me so I'd have an excuse to hit them if I ever got annoyed with them.
-Aged two, I ate a chocolate santa that was about 30cm high in one go and later puked up on my dad's brand new silk jumper. It never came out. *guilty grin*

There are loads more, but I can't remember them all now.

I had this little toy-dog that barked and wigged its tail if you pushed a button, well...
I didn't know the difference between real dog and fake dog, so I force-fed it to grow.
After some time the toy was filled with dried up food that started to smell bad. They had to throw away my smelly dog. I was really upset.

I also had a moment when I asked my grandfather if he was going to have breast like normal people (women). Someone then explained to me that men didn't grow breasts. That kinda made me disappointed, and I felt sorry for my granddad, being all flat on the chest. I didn't know that men where different "down there", so I just assumed...

I loved learning new complicated words, but I didn't really understand their meaning, so I talked funny most of the time and made no sense...

I didn't understand gravity of course. I biked down the stairs. It didn't work, and I almost killed myself.

Seriously, this is hilarious. It's giving me fits even days later.

LMFAO!!!

I once posted all of the money from my mothers handbag through the letterbox and it all blew away in the wind... How mean was i!!!

when I was like three I tried to teach my kittens how to swim...not a good idea.

My cousin and I planted a biscuit in my Nan's garden to see if it grew into a biscuit tree. A few weeks later there was a little tree in the spot that we had marked (which I now believe that my Nan planted there to humor us). We were very upset that biscuits never grew on the tree.

I think the dumbest thing I did as a kid, was smuggle 2 real bullets into Hungary. It was right after the revolution and you could easily find bullets in the streets and I found those and was going to keep them as a sort of souvenir. Actually got away with it, and went through both customs without problems. You should have seen my mom's face when she unpacked my luggage and found them, she freaked so bad. :sniper:

I went through a klepto phase in childhood so I stole my uncle's car keys when I was four. My mom found them accidentaly among my toys after like a month during which my uncle couldn't use his car. Around that time I also stole all the magnets they used to teach us counting at kindergarten, about 100 pieces. :screwy:

When I was around 5, I went with my parents and sister to visit some friends of theirs. The adults sent the kids, aka me, my sister, and those people's son, to the kid's room to play. Eventually we got bored and the kid rememberd he saw a big box with baloons in his parents bedroom. It was those people's secret stash of condoms, but we didn't know better so used them as baloons. :yech: Got off easy on this one at the time, and were only told not to go through people's things again.

When I was six, me and some friends were playing Tarzan and were swinging wildly on a neighbour's willow tree. A huge branch tore off and we had to carry it through the whole village to dispose of it at the river. :bricks:

According to my family, when I was 2, my grandpa put his coat on the side of the crib and I went through his pokets, found his ID card and tore it.

When I was 7, with the help of my sister, I cut my mom's wedding dress because I needed to make wedding dresses for my dolls. We figured she won't need it anymore. After this she went out and bought fabrics for us.

I pretended to lock my sister on the balcony and she tried to force the door and it slammed against the wall breaking the window on it. It was summer, so we cleaned the glass chips, pulled the curtains, and left it like that. It took my parents about half a day to notice there was no longer a window on the door. :bandit:
That's it for now, I'll post more if I remember more. Lol

I used to eat cat food.

The crunchy kind. Not the wet kind.

Haha.. That reminds me. I ate my dog's chicken food just a few months ago. :P

I thought Mikey Mouse was in my fireplace....

At a football game, my friend and I were bored so we were running up and down the (metal) bleachers. Of course, it wasn't long before I tripped and nearly split my head open on the edge of one. I still have the scar!

Not long after, I was sitting on top of a toy car while my brother sat inside and made it go (it was Flinstones style, you used your feet). He went only a foot or two before I fell off and hit my head (in the same place) on the concrete.

Once it was cupcake day at school, and I was one of the kids that always forgot to bring a quarter to buy one. Only one kid in my group of friends remembered, so we were all running around and fighting over the cupcake. Someone ran into someone else and dropped the cupcake (right side up, thankfully), so I grabbed it and started running. Just like in a cartoon, right when I turned around I smacked into a metal pole and had a huge purple lump on my head (SAME PLACE! ).

I don't know how old he was, but one day I decided that I didn't like my fairly new little brother very much. So I went out on our porch and wrote in pen something like "Brianna sucks" (because that was such a swear word back then ) on the table. My plan was that one day in the distant future, when he had actually learned how to write, I would 'discover' the message and blame it on my brother.

Here's the best one: One day my niece and I were playing with Barbies, and I had to go to the bathroom but I didn't want to stop playing to go. So when my niece wasn't looking, I pooped on the floor Then I was like "EW! Ruffles (our dog) pooped on the floor!!" so we were both shrieking and laughing. My grandma came in and I told her, and she yelled at Ruffles and kicked him. I felt soooo bad, and I was always really nice to Ruffles after that.

I'll probably add more later, lol.

-I use to think I was a cat, So I drank out of the Cat Bowl

-I use to walk around the house with my moms shoes. I stole them from her when she got back from work.

-I use to take the paddings on the couches off and set them up as a path. So I'd jump around on them :banana:

-When I was 5. I use to run around the house in my underwear. I use to think It was like Casual wear. :omg:

-When I was done playing with my toys I put them in front of my door because I was too lazy to put them away. So when my mom told me to clean them up, It was hard getting to my room with all this stuff in the way

-I use to think there were sharks that swim out of the drain at the deep ends of pools. So I'm afraid of Dark Deep ends. I still am :s

Also, from a very young age, possibly around 4, I had an obsession with vicious animals (probably right up until I was about 9/10). I was very fond of velociraptors, wolves (which I used to draw with sabre tooth like jaws and claws), panthers and anything else that could potentially kill me.

I had lots of little plastic toy dogs, and I would take shoelaces and tie them around their necks or legs so they were all in neat rows. I would then pretend they were prisoners or slave labour in concentration camp-like situations. There would be one stupid fat, rich dog who was the boss of the whole show and running the camp for his own selfish ends and my games would centre around one of the slaves rising up against him, which would lead to a one-on-one battle between the two. It would be brutal and they would both be pouring blood by the end of it. Of course, the good guys win and the evil son-of-a-bitch would either run a way, beaten and humiliated, or be devoured by the victor! LIBERTE! LIBERTE!

I'm not making this up. I drew picture, I still have them. Vicious looking dogs, emaciated and covered in scars, all connected by chains and doing heavy-duty labour.

How the hell did I come up with this shit at that age? How?

I suppose this is more weird than stupid, though.

I hope you didn't do that recently...

I stapled my big brother's head right along the side parting in his hair. I also chipped his front tooth with one of those back brushes you use in the bath. I once gashed a kid across his cheek quite badly during a 'training exercise' we were holding involving home made danish arrows and spears. We were preparing for possible ambush, but I never really knew who was likely to ambush us, as we were only about eight at the time! Thankfully the kid recovered and it didn't leave a scar.

Once, when I was four or five, my friends and I were playing a game, and I decided to melt play-dough. Our parents were having a fancy dinner in the dining room, so I poured 'hot' water from the sink and carried it to my brother's room. Well, I spilled the play-dough, and there was a bright red stain on the white carpet 'till we re-did the house three years later XD

When I was seven, I was playing with my barbies. I had a Princess Amidala doll (you know, from Star Wars), and was using a Ken as Anakin. I pretended that Anakin had been captured by the bad guys, and that they were going to hang him, so while he was in the cart, riding down the street, Amidala was doing back bends. Well, barbies aren't the most pliable creatures, so on one backbend, her head snapped off She was my favorite doll.

My family was on a vacation, and my cousin and I were wrestling on the bed. I can't remember what he was, but I was 'The Panda', so, when we started wrestling, I bit his leg as hard as I could. :o

A few months later, at Xmas, the same cousin and I were having a pillow fight. I bit onto his pillow and he yanked it back so hard one of my (thankfully loose) teeth came out!

- Invited some kids to my birthday party half a year earlier. They actually came. I was 6.
- Attempted to spy on men in sauna with a few friends when I was 5.
- I also used to rub my head with sand so the grains would get into my hair so I had something to do on boring evenings at my aunts. Also at 5.
- Broke a watch on purpose. I was very mad at my dad and a watch was his gift to me so I tossed it out the window. Did not make me happier. Althought since then I never broke anything out of anger (my OH does that quite often). Was 14 or 15 then.

My parents put the Halloween candy on top of the refridgerator every year, because there's room up there. When I was aged 4-6 I would climb onto the counter and then onto the microwave and gorge myself, then climb back down. I would have continued at age 7, but I got caught.

During summer when I was medium little (eightish) I was too mature to go around in my undies, too warm to wear clothes, so I made togas out of old baby blankets and hair ties.

Lol, I don't think I was even in school yet.

My dad bought me an expensive canopy bed once, and me and my friend played on the canopy BD we got in trouble so many times for that~

I also used to give my Barbies haircuts.

And showed people my awesome barbie undies in public :B

I cut a arm holes in a paper bag for my little brother and made him wear it all day
When I was about two, I would take gum and secretly eat it
I tried to grow popcorn trees on my school's playground when I was in kindergarten
I would tell my teachers I had done my homework in cursive and then show them a piece of paper with squiggles all over it

I climbed on a glass conservatory and fell off and smacked my head (Didn't go to hospital though)
I buried my brother up to his waist in the garden with my dad's shovel and left him there until my mum found him about 4 hours later. He was about 18 months old if I remember correctly.
I absailed out the window of my 3rd story classroom when I was 10 (Got majorly told off but it was so worth it)
Started a fight on an airoplane because another kid wouldn't switch seats so I could sit next to my mum (In my defense I was 9, this kid was about 14, I was scared of flying and they were trying to sit me 16 rows away from my family...And I won...)
Stuck my brother in the toliet and put the lid down not long after the buried in the garden incident.
Ate a cricket.
Oh and I went to school in pyjamas once...When I was 12 :D

Oh, I just thought of one.

When I was about seven my mum and I went to a garden centre. I accidently knocked a cactus of a shelf and automatically stuck out my hand to catch it. We were sat in the little first aid room for hours while some teen on work experience picked out the thorns

I had this obsession with thunderstorms and tornadoes (I live in the midwest) so when I was little I was ALWAYS running around and making readiness packs with food, water, and my gameboy.

I also thought it would be fun to cover two remote controls with play-doh. Needless to say, they still have little bits on them.

I'd chase my cat around the house until it hid underneath something and hissed at me. I thought it was SO hilarious.

I put my box turtle in the swimming pool. Luckily it started to actually SWIM... but my mom panicked when I told her.

I used to blast the Spice Girls in my room and dance around like a maniac. I jumped off my bed on one occasion and knocked myself out when my head hit my dresser.

Yeah... there's probably more.

I don't remember this but my mother tells me that when I was little I used to just take off my clothes wherever I wanted and run around naked.

I was one of those kids that just stole things for no reason. I found a little Barbie doll once, and no one was playing with it, so I stuck it in my pocket and took it home. One boy was playing with Pokemon cards in first grade and spilled hot soup on his leg, and while he was busy trying to clean up the mess I took his Pikachu card because I didn't have one. That sort of thing.

I collected rocks. I always had pockets full of rocks up until I was ten. I always got upset when I would look for them and they'd be gone and my father would say that he had "returned them to their natural habitat."

When I was about six my brother put fake blood on his eyebrow and jumped out at me from the bathroom screaming, "MY EYE! MY EYE!" I was really mad at him and so I got the fake blood back and poured it all over my leg and pretended to have broken it. It was really fake obviously and my dad tricked me into walking again by telling me that they'd have to amputate it if it didn't heal quick.