Scariest thing a family member ever did

kymillion

my daughter just gave me the equivalent to TWO scoops of hyper FX I FEEL LIKE THE HULK. really not at all funny.

ashleynicol3

My brother and I used to go up on the roof and jump into the bushes below. That seems like a bad idea in retrospect.

I remember my brother & I jumping off our second story balcony w/ umbrellas. We thought we'd kind of float down w/ the umbrellas... Not so much!

Actually, I've done A LOT of dumb things in my 24 years!

pudadough

My grandmother grew up on a farm in the Texas panhandle. She would tell me stories about how her brothers and dad would plow the fields on METAL tractors during lightning storms. Crazy!

christine24t

My sister and I were grounded to our upstairs bedroom...we started making a paper chain to repel down the edge of the house with. Thank god my mom found us.

suziblues2000

When I was a little girl me and my friends used to ride our bikes to this place called "The Swamps". It was just a swampy area by some rail road tracks.

BUT to get to the watery, swampy part we used to crawl under the train cars! OMG! I have a heart attack now a days when I think back to those days!

Playing around swamps was bad enough, but crawling under trains!?!?! Dumb and crazy! Those trains were always starting up, moving. omg.

happypath101

I had been dressed up earlier in the day and was wearing nylons and a skirt. I came home and just put some sweatpants on over top of the nylons. Later, I decided to clean my outdoor windows. I got out my ladder that was kind of slippery. It had warmed up, so I didn't bother putting on shoes. I'm half-way up a ladder wearing NYLONS on a slippery ladder (no-one spot-checking me either) when I realize I'm half-way to a Darwin award. I stepped back down gingerly and gave myself a shake.

I was telling my brother about this and before I knew it, we had a roomful of "stupid things I've done on a ladder" stories. At least one of them ended in a trip to emergency.

Oh - and my sweet, kind, unassuming grandmother burned down about 5 outhouses in her time.

steflbrown

My cousin got really drunk waiting at the airport with her sisters' boyfriend. As they were getting onto the plane, she turns to the flight attendant and says, "You going to let this guy on, he has a bomb" referring to her sisters' boyfriend. She was tackled immediately and sat in county jail while the rest of us enjoyed a cruise around the Caribbean. She was charged with terroristic threats and public drunkenness. Luckily, the judge dropped the terror threat charges.

misscristie

My first cousin killed two guys in a drug deal gone bad in Richmond Va ........wow reading some of Yall post reminds me how different Americans really live.

Oh the RIC....I do not miss it!

suziblues2000

I think the scariest thing I ever did, and to this day I never told my mother about, is get in a car with a man I didn't know.

I was a teen, probably 17 or so, out 'cruising' around town with 2 of my friends (one friend was driving) one night. A guy (probably mid 20's) came up next to our car and we started talking back and forth thru the window. He asked if I wanted to go for a drive with him - and I DID.

Fortunately for me, all he did was take me home (very late at night) and we talked for a while and I never saw him again. I shudder to think what *could* have happened to me.

One time, during the days of caller id on home phones (lol) some guys called my apartment on the wrong number. I called them back, we talked to them, AND INVITED THEM OVER! OMG.I did things like this all the time. My girlfriends and I always say we don't know how we made it through our teens and 20's.

Back in the '60's we used to hitch hike around all the time. Everybody did. One time my sister and her boy friend hitched hiked across the country. My mom had to fly to California to get them and bring em back because they both got arrested for vagrancy Crazy hippi's..

LuckyLeprechaun

I think the scariest thing I ever did, and to this day I never told my mother about, is get in a car with a man I didn't know.

I was a teen, probably 17 or so, out 'cruising' around town with 2 of my friends (one friend was driving) one night. A guy (probably mid 20's) came up next to our car and we started talking back and forth thru the window. He asked if I wanted to go for a drive with him - and I DID.

Fortunately for me, all he did was take me home (very late at night) and we talked for a while and I never saw him again. I shudder to think what *could* have happened to me.

I did things like this all the time. My girlfriends and I always say we don't know how we made it through our teens and 20's.

One time, during the days of caller id on home phones (lol) some guys called my apartment on the wrong number. I called them back, we talked to them, AND INVITED THEM OVER! OMG.

Ditto. I have no damn idea how I survived my teen years. My judgment was...........non-existant.

UrbanRunner81

my brothers and i dared each other to touch electrified fence... we did like a couple times. the back of my ear started to bleed.
I didn't get hurt in any other way I don't think, lol

IndyInk

My dad is an excellent shot. Any time we got a hornet or yellow jacket in the house, he picked up the pellet gun and started firing. I say started... he usually just had to fire once.

glennstoudt

When I was two weeks old, our families home was hit by a devastating flood. The house washed off the foundation, and only stopped because it got wedged up against a tree across the street. (Let's all sing, "Our House! In the middle of the street! Our House!")

When the family was allowed to return home to survey the damage and start repairs, the foundation/basement was still full of water, even though it should have drained, and my father realized that it was because the water main was still on. So he dove into the basement, full of muddy, disgusting, contaminated flood water, to turn it off.

Dad always did scary things, or had scary things happen to him, like the time just a few weeks after his triple bypass surgery when he was working under a car (a '67 Firebird, which was really low to the ground) when the jack gave out and the car fell on his chest. Being stubborn, he reached out, jacked the car back up, and kept working.

He also had a boat flip on top of him while fishing alone, with the anchor line wrapped around his ankle. He managed to flip it back and climb back in, and row it back to shore, with the boat filled with water.

Your Dad sounds like one awesome dude. Not scary for him, he just dealt with it. Jacking the car back up with it sitting on him, that is priceless!

IndyInk

Oh, I failed to mention that my Dad was a cop. And he once drove off a bridge by accident. In his patrol car. Right into the water.

suziblues2000

My brother and I were scuba diving and he was in charge of navigation (I was in charge of exploration, avoiding barracuda/sharks, etc.). Well he got a "mild" case of vertigo and as its underwater and he cant tell me, I had no idea. We continued on, until it was time to head back. Well we were lost... in the atlantic ocean. So we swam underwater for about 20-30 minutes in the direction as best I thought the boat was... he ran out of air (I only had ~200psi left (<2 min)), so we surfaced. Not a boat in sight. We swam for another 30-45 minutes until another diving boat saw us and let us board. They called our boat, who promptly came to pick us up. But yeah, I wasn't sure we would survive.

Ever since then I do my own navigation as well.

OMGOMGOMG!!!!! This is a re-occurring night mare of mine! I mean, damn, how scary would that be?? Lost, just floating around in the middle of the damn Atlantic! You guys lucked out!

glennstoudt

To go along with the destructive kids thread, how about a scariest thing a family member did (or a friend, what the heck). Has to be someone you know, not someone you've just read about (yea, rules....blah blah blah).


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Raised four sons who are now all in their twenties. So could tell some stories. One that stands out is when one son at about age six convinced his brother age two to get in the dryer for a ride, closed the door and turned it on. Fortunately only for one revolution or so. His response, but I set it on Cool? Well, that didn't happen again.

jonnyman41

lots of silly little things for me and my brother that could have gone badly wrong. Jumping out of upstairs windows, off house roofs/ garage roofs, walking across tiny ledges on rock faces with no protection and steep falls etc.. We had more freedom to wander in those days than my own kids, or most uk kids even, have these days. It was easier to take unsupervised risks but we have lived to tell the tale.

Meanwhile our own son managed to give us and his gran a heart attack when he was about 4. We were all on holiday camping together and had gone to visit the Cheddar Gorge. Some of us went up and down a historic stairway/trek and on return my little one was well ahead. he got to a certain point and then decided to hide from us by climbing over a low wall. Of course we were near enough to see him but had not realised that there was a 50ft drop the other side straight down to the street and he was standing on a very narrow edge. It was the horrifed expressions of his grandparents in the street below that alerted us that there was something wrong. It was so hard trying to keep calm to get to him before he fell. Had he noticed we were worried he may have tried to get back over and fallen!!! He is 19 now and owns a motorbike so I still worry.

jonnyman41

It is very weird to here all the gun stories being from the uk. here only farmers, highly trainned police and drug dealers own them so you don't get many matter of fact tales involving them. Even most crinimals are not yet equiped with real guns (they often have replicas) though that number is growing.

the_journeyman

For my family, It was me. I crashed a motorcycle going nearly 100.

JM

tehzephyrsong

Obviously I wasn't there to witness it, but I've been told about a lot of dumb *kitten* my dad did when he was a boy. One particularly glorious mishap involved my dad trying to reach a couple of caterpillar chrysalises stuck to the INSIDE of the patio screen door. That they were on the INSIDE is very important. He went and got his bike (he was about 6-7, still had training wheels), parked it on the patio (OUTSIDE), and attempted to stand on the seat to reach the chrysalises. As expected, he falls and busts his head open, and my grandfather put his hand through the glass sliding door in his first attempt to retrieve his idiot son who was now bleeding pretty profusely from the head. Both (obviously) came out OK, got stitched up in the ER and lived to do dumb things another day.

I myself haven't done a whole lot of stupid things...I managed to dislocate my shoulder on one of those bouncy castle things, and didn't get around to calling my mom to let her know I'd gone to the hospital until we were leaving the ER (went to make sure I didn't tear anything). Because I'm not good at keeping my mom from worrying about me, I decided that the best way to tell her I'd hurt myself would be to open the call like this:

Mom: "Hi honey! What's up?"
Me: "Hi mom! Guess where I'm calling from?"
Mom: (obviously concerned now) "...Where...are you calling from?"
Me: "The emergency room. Well, we're leaving now. But still."
Mom: [expected freakout, along the lines of OH GOD WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OK YOU HAVE TWELVE SECONDS TO REASSURE ME BEFORE I JUMP IN THE CAR AND MEET YOU THERE...keep in mind I'm in another city, about a 45-minute drive from her]

I was fine, it was just a sprain. They gave me a scrip for what was basically super-extra-strength Advil and a bill for my shoulder x-ray (which is another story but not one suited to this thread) and told me to go home.