When I was about 7, I recieved my first bike. Once I had mastered riding it, I really wanted to ride with my hands no on the handle bars.

I was riding around my street one day, and decided to try it. I rode all the way up to the top of my street (my stupid child logic told me that it would be easier going down a hill at 30 k/h than going along flat ground)

I pushed off, and started to go down hill... waited a couple of seconds... let go of the handlebars...

And promptly fell off.

Going down a hill. On ashphalt. At 30k/h.

Needless to say, I was in some pain for a while.

I learnt my lesson. Now I don't ride bikes.

Daniel {dan@cheail.com}

One winter I became a trapper. I was 12 years old. We lived in Colorado and there were muskrats in the creek about a half mile from our house.

I got pretty good at it, laying down the traps at dusk and picking up the muskrats and empty traps at dawn. It was cold though and wet. At the end of the winter I had 23 pelts.

And then I found out that I had dried them wrong, and the pelts were no good for sale. I only got $.25 cents each and they should have brought $3 each.

I never trapped again.

Bruce

I'd come to determine that waking up wa s a fairly dumb idea.

Of course that paled in comparison to stealing my parents car.

That, was definately, by far; the stupidest thing I'd ever done.

To this day I have no idea how they found out . . .

christian {christian@infliction.org}

I can't seem to put my finger on any one gloriously stupid moment of childhood. It's more a collage of stupid/disgusting/laughable activities. Dumpsters, wasps, pornography, pyromania, flatulence, nose dives, abrasions, and geting caught with my pants down, both figuratively and literally.

Those terminally embarassing moments of youth have mercifully been buried deep into my subconsious.

I'm still trying to bury the memories of puberty.

Just be sure not to ask my mother. I'm sure she remembers them all.

Jimbo {mightyjimbo@jps.net}

The stupidest thing I ever did as a kid? That's easy. I was on a skateboard. I was bored with skating on it with my feet, using one foot as a means of proulsion, and so I decided it'd be better to lie down on the board, and go at it froggie style hands and feet. Then I got bored of that, and thought I'd use my feet again.

Except I was still belly down on the board.

I'd never realised my hands were preventing my head from plunging into the ground.

With the hands gone, it did. And I chipped a front tooth. Badly. There was lots of screaming, and lots of blood. I spend three hours in the dentists chair.

I never used a skateboard again :-)

Tom Cosgrave {tom@tomcosgrave.com}

December 22, 1981.

I was 10 years old, and I decided I couldn't wait three more days to find out what Santa was bringing me for Christmas.

That afternoon, I crept into my parents' bedroom, cracked open the closet door, and greedily took inventory of all my holiday booty.

Okay, I'll admit: that wasn't a particularly stupid thing to do.

Leaving the closet door open on my way out though... that was stupid.

Don Bruns {stoopid@ratbastard.org}