Tales from Childhood - Page 3

Lycanthrope · 04-29-2004, 01:26 AM

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My head landed smack-dab on the edge of the fireplace, and I got some stiches

... and you're wondering why your long term memory is failing you?

NachoManLance · 04-29-2004, 05:40 PM

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My head landed smack-dab on the edge of the fireplace, and I got some stiches

... and you're wondering why your long term memory is failing you?

My long term what?

Demon with a Glass Hand · 04-29-2004, 08:15 PM

Childhood antics are fun. But post-puberty/Grade 9 antics can be fun, too! Especially if they reveal you to be abhorrently stupid!

The Players: Demon, Tom, Dan

The Setting: A barn that belongs to none of the three players ie. Some poor ol' bastard's barn.

Exploration and adventure, I feel confident in stating, are a healthy part of anyone's childhood. However, if said childhood lasts until you are past 14 ... well, bad things can happen. Funny, but bad.

It's Saturday. Normal children might be watching cartoons. Hell, single 35 year-olds are probably watching cartoons. We three, Tom, Dan and myself, are out exploring the neighborhood. Being from a farming community, we know there a lot of farms around. A lot of empty, and unguarded barns reside on such properties. Somewhat bored, we decide that it would be a lot of fun to grab a coke bottle full of gasoline, head to a barn within walking distance, and make a fire in the hay loft.

In retrospect it was a pretty crazy idea. Simple. But crazy. In my defense, there isn't a lot to do in farming towns, I tell you what.

Sneaking into the barn was easy. So was finding flammable material. In one of the (empty) equipment rooms we decided to make a pile of hay, light it on fire, and ... well, actually, that was the extent of the plan. Everything was going well, until the fire started dying down. It was a small one, so I really didn't care. My plan was to build another and another and another, until we got bored.

Sweet angry Jesus, that wasn't Dan's plan. Not even close. His plan was holding the bottle over the flame and dripping gas onto the unlit hay, while Tom added more if needed. Suffice to say, what little interesting dialogue there was could be summed up at this point in time as:

Demon: Dumbass! What the hell are you doing!?
Dan: Feeding the flame, so to speak. Calm the fuck down!
Demon: You're going to light the bottle on fire, idiot!
Tom: He's right. You shouldn't -
Dan: Oh, shut up! The bottle is, like, four feet above the flame. How the hell am I going to light it on-

At this moment, this perfect moment, when Dan wasn't watching what he was doing, a droplette of gas hit a flame, raced up through the air and lit the gas on fire. Burning bottle in hand, and panicing heavily, Dan's first dumbass instinct was to shake the fire out.

So when droplettes of burning gas hit the old wooden walls of the old wooden barn the old wood that was used in the construction of the old bard made of wood a great and frenzied fire broke out.

I would like to say that it all ended on a comical note and that we ran away from the burning barn laughing like maniacs. But that didn't happen. We managed to put the flames out. I don't remember how, but we did. All I remember thinking was:

"If I survive this, I'm going to beat the tabbacco juice out of Dan!"

Well, I survived. And I beat the tobbacco juice out of Dan.

So it was a happy ending after all.

NachoManLance · 04-29-2004, 09:12 PM

Well, there's another thing good about it: you have to have a dumbass friend, or else there's no one to take out your anger at.

Lady_Galadhriel · 04-30-2004, 08:06 AM

Tales form Childhood......hum..errrr....wow i was gonna try to think of something positive but uh i can't......not enough positive in childhood to remember. But I do remember the time my dad punched out a window in my livingroom because he was mad at my mom, than i ran and hid under the steps(we had one of those closets under the steps) two weeks later I fell of my top bunkbed, hit my head on the dresser, got wood stuck in my head( the people in the ER had to dig around to get it out)....Sorry nothing positive happened in my childhood....er and nothing now woith the exception of my boyfriend (Ereinion Gil-gala and his loving family)

Melfice · 04-30-2004, 08:49 AM

The only thing I can remember is that I and a guy named Bjorn bumped into each other at high velocity and we were KO for about half a minute, fifteen minutes later the same thing happens except we weren't KO. That's about it, I guess. My life is boring.

Funka Genocide · 04-30-2004, 09:33 AM

there was a time in my childhood, when I was in fifth grade, that I devised a completely serviceable method of living on Mars. I won't go into the details, it wasn't in depth or anything. But the school made me go to some kind of contest at a college somewhere and make a presentation on my methos to a group of my peers. There were other kids there doing the same thing, but I won. I think that was probably the last time I won anything important. (oh wait, that wasn't important. damn)

Jack of Spades · 05-01-2004, 11:29 PM

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The only thing I can remember is that I and a guy named Bjorn bumped into each other at high velocity and we were KO for about half a minute, fifteen minutes later the same thing happens except we weren't KO. That's about it, I guess. My life is boring.

On purpose? Why? and if not how do you do that on accident twice?

Melfice · 05-02-2004, 06:27 AM

It was not on purpose, and we still have no idea how this happened. The first time we bumped our heads together, thus the KO. Second time we just merely crashed with our chests against each other. The second time was quite hilarious, we were laughing all over the schoolyard.

Oh yeah, forgot to tell, this was when I was in elementary school, so we were hyper-active 8 year olds.

04-29-2004, 09:12 PM	#24
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04-29-2004, 08:15 PM	#23
Demon with a Glass Hand Cyberpunk Detective Join Date: Nov 2003 Posts: 1,477	Childhood antics are fun. But post-puberty/Grade 9 antics can be fun, too! Especially if they reveal you to be abhorrently stupid! The Players: Demon, Tom, Dan The Setting: A barn that belongs to none of the three players ie. Some poor ol' bastard's barn. Exploration and adventure, I feel confident in stating, are a healthy part of anyone's childhood. However, if said childhood lasts until you are past 14 ... well, bad things can happen. Funny, but bad. It's Saturday. Normal children might be watching cartoons. Hell, single 35 year-olds are probably watching cartoons. We three, Tom, Dan and myself, are out exploring the neighborhood. Being from a farming community, we know there a lot of farms around. A lot of empty, and unguarded barns reside on such properties. Somewhat bored, we decide that it would be a lot of fun to grab a coke bottle full of gasoline, head to a barn within walking distance, and make a fire in the hay loft. In retrospect it was a pretty crazy idea. Simple. But crazy. In my defense, there isn't a lot to do in farming towns, I tell you what. Sneaking into the barn was easy. So was finding flammable material. In one of the (empty) equipment rooms we decided to make a pile of hay, light it on fire, and ... well, actually, that was the extent of the plan. Everything was going well, until the fire started dying down. It was a small one, so I really didn't care. My plan was to build another and another and another, until we got bored. Sweet angry Jesus, that wasn't Dan's plan. Not even close. His plan was holding the bottle over the flame and dripping gas onto the unlit hay, while Tom added more if needed. Suffice to say, what little interesting dialogue there was could be summed up at this point in time as: Demon: Dumbass! What the hell are you doing!? Dan: Feeding the flame, so to speak. Calm the fuck down! Demon: You're going to light the bottle on fire, idiot! Tom: He's right. You shouldn't - Dan: Oh, shut up! The bottle is, like, four feet above the flame. How the hell am I going to light it on- At this moment, this perfect moment, when Dan wasn't watching what he was doing, a droplette of gas hit a flame, raced up through the air and lit the gas on fire. Burning bottle in hand, and panicing heavily, Dan's first dumbass instinct was to shake the fire out. So when droplettes of burning gas hit the old wooden walls of the old wooden barn the old wood that was used in the construction of the old bard made of wood a great and frenzied fire broke out. I would like to say that it all ended on a comical note and that we ran away from the burning barn laughing like maniacs. But that didn't happen. We managed to put the flames out. I don't remember how, but we did. All I remember thinking was: "If I survive this, I'm going to beat the tabbacco juice out of Dan!" Well, I survived. And I beat the tobbacco juice out of Dan. So it was a happy ending after all.

04-30-2004, 08:06 AM	#25
Lady_Galadhriel Ereinion Gil-galad's girl Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Philly Posts: 87	Tales form Childhood......hum..errrr....wow i was gonna try to think of something positive but uh i can't......not enough positive in childhood to remember. But I do remember the time my dad punched out a window in my livingroom because he was mad at my mom, than i ran and hid under the steps(we had one of those closets under the steps) two weeks later I fell of my top bunkbed, hit my head on the dresser, got wood stuck in my head( the people in the ER had to dig around to get it out)....Sorry nothing positive happened in my childhood....er and nothing now woith the exception of my boyfriend (Ereinion Gil-gala and his loving family)

04-30-2004, 09:33 AM	#27
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	there was a time in my childhood, when I was in fifth grade, that I devised a completely serviceable method of living on Mars. I won't go into the details, it wasn't in depth or anything. But the school made me go to some kind of contest at a college somewhere and make a presentation on my methos to a group of my peers. There were other kids there doing the same thing, but I won. I think that was probably the last time I won anything important. (oh wait, that wasn't important. damn)