Stupid Things You Did When You Were Young

[infection]

We were on a Scout campout and started playing “truth or dare”. I got dared to put a .22 shell in the fire. My dumbass did. Somehow, no one got hurt.


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Wow. How long did it take to go off?

 

[slc]

Does a bullet in a fire just explode or does it become a projectile that can kill?

 

[infection]

Does a bullet in a fire just explode or does it become a projectile that can kill?

I’d imagine it’s less of a projectile because all the energy can dissipate on all directions rather than being concentrated in one direction out the barrel. It’s still going to go somewhere, though, just not with as much force.

 

[LogGrad98]

Does a bullet in a fire just explode or does it become a projectile that can kill?

They can do both. We dumped a box of 22 shells in a fire on a campout. The first few just popped, then one went off that sounded different and we heard a zing sound. Then more of them popped and zinged. Then a kid got hit in the leg. It actually penetrated his jeans and lodged just under the skin. You would have thought he stepped on a land mine. I had wounds from pellet guns that were worse. Still that was the point we all ran for the hills until the popping stopped. Until we built the fire back up the next morning and there were 2 more pops. Luckily no one else got hurt.

 

[Avery]

Can't even count the number of stupid things I've done:

- Ramped my bike off a 50 foot cliff. Ditched it when I knew that trying to land was going to be worse, just got some scrapes and bruises
- Continually doorbell-dinging the police chief and hiding in the dry washes/hills while he searched and shouted obscenities at us at 2am. And yes, he was strapped
- Gathered up probably 100 pumpkins the night of Halloween off of doorsteps and smashed them all at the elementary school basketball court
- Bottle rocket fights on the regular during July with friends with no safety precautions for eye/skin whatsoever in dry brush
- Stole a case of Crown Royal from some dude that lived out by the golf course and actually escaped in stolen golf carts

When you look back at your younger self, you really question how you made it out alive.

 

[infection]

Bottle rocket fights on the regular during July with friends with no safety precautions for eye/skin whatsoever in dry brush

This reminds me of a couple things, all involving my cousin.

- When we were maybe 13 he was friends with a kid down the street from him who was a pyro. We went to Peterson’s in Riverton and bought matches. He immediately struck a match and threw it in the trash when we exited, which ended up setting it ablaze. We didn’t stick around. This second one may have been a different day, but he threw a Molotov cocktail out his parents’ window toward the neighbors’ house, probably within a couple feet. Dumb **** could have set that house on fire.

- This one was in high school but my cousin had made one of those tennis ball bombs that was filled with powder from flowers (the firework) and matchheads and shaved sprinklers and other things. A firecracker was inserted in the top to ignite the rest of it. We were driving in the valley just west of I-15 I think at about 106th south. At that time there was some residential going up the hill but mostly fields lower. I ended up moving toward the residential area so we didn’t set the field on fire. Cousin lit it and threw it in the middle of the road of a residential. It ended up being propelled with flames up onto someone’s porch and bounced pinballed a couple times up and down between the ground and the awning. Lucky that **** didn’t catch the house on fire, but also lucky we didn’t do it on a road by a field because that thing did not remain stationary.

 

[prodigy]

Can't even count the number of stupid things I've done:

- Ramped my bike off a 50 foot cliff. Ditched it when I knew that trying to land was going to be worse, just got some scrapes and bruises
- Continually doorbell-dinging the police chief and hiding in the dry washes/hills while he searched and shouted obscenities at us at 2am. And yes, he was strapped
- Gathered up probably 100 pumpkins the night of Halloween off of doorsteps and smashed them all at the elementary school basketball court
- Bottle rocket fights on the regular during July with friends with no safety precautions for eye/skin whatsoever in dry brush
- Stole a case of Crown Royal from some dude that lived out by the golf course and actually escaped in stolen golf carts

When you look back at your younger self, you really question how you made it out alive.

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[Gameface]

I had no idea there was an actual town called Glendale. I bet people who live there have no idea, either.

I think the area he's talking about is the west side of Salt Lake, from about 4th-9th S, and maybe about 4th-9th W. At least that what I remember the non-specific boundaries as being in the 70s.

Glendale is significantly larger than that and you are 100% correct that when I was a child living there we we called it the "West Side" and what we meant was the west side of SLC. Glendale was a thing without question, just as much as Rose Park is a thing, but it was the area immediately surrounding Glendale Middle School which is at 1400 S and about 1350 W. I lived at 255 S Glendale St (1135 W). I went to Franklin Elementary. For reference my street ended in a T at I-80 and I was about 200 yards from where I-80 crosses the Jordan River.

 

[Gameface]

Glendale, Utah - Wikipedia

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Man, those streets are rough. Are they all paved or just the main drag?

I get my flex was lame...

The things I said about people I grew up with was true. The youngest people to be incarcerated at point of the mountain (at the time, names: Miguel Flores and Fred Edwards), people I grew up with being killed by each other and being killed by police. I'm glad you found that ammo for some jokes and a special moment. A good friend of mine growing up, Marcelino Delgado was killed by police as an adult. I don't know the details but I do know that he was a good person when I knew him. I have a funny story about the Arcade Theatre and when they were showing a double feature of Top Gun and Little Shop of Horrors, and then a better one from when they were showing Ferris Bueller's Day Off, but I'll save those. The Arcade Theatre has been torn down, but from my understanding it was one of the last single screen theatres in the U.S. when it was torn down.

I'll invite you to join me as we have a walk through my old neighborhood. I'm actually really proud of it and think it's better than ever. Not like it was in the 80s and 90s. We can walk under I-80 where it crosses the Jordan River, there's a trail there now, when I grew up it was a place homeless people lived. Just on the other side is the historic Fisher Mansion.

We had some sheds in our back yard and we'd regularly find evidence that people had been sleeping in them. I'll show you that house and it's less than 50 yards from the Jordan River. We can walk over to the Handy Pantry which still exists afaik, which is across the street from Utah's first La Frontera (I don't think that location is still open.

I'm proud of where I grew up and I'm sure I can sound stupid talking about it because I don't think people outside of the old neighborhood understand what it is.

Arcade Theatre in Salt Lake City, UT - Cinema Treasures

The Arcade Theatre opened February 1932, just west of downtown Salt Lake City. It was a free standing building with a very plain facade. It did hav...

cinematreasures.org

I guess the Handy Pantry has finally closed... RIP

Alright, google and **** is telling me I grew up in Poplar Grove. I know for a damn fact no one there called our neighborhood poplar grove. I know there was a park there called Poplar Grove Park, but none of us thought that defined our neighborhood.

 

[Gameface]

So since you all didn't do any bad stuff I'll tell the lame stories of how I got 5 felonies as a juvenile. Not tonight, but episode one is "Accessory to Burglary" that I got when I was in 4th grade.

I've summarized these stories before but I'm going to try to tell them as more of a creative writing assignment then a police report. Full disclosure, I'm generally very honest and factual, but I'll take some artistic license, as I did in the OP.

 

[candrew]

I think I told this story years ago but it bears repeating at least as a cautionary tale to you younger guys.

Many years ago, my girlfriend at the time and her best friend were not getting along. In an effort to patch things up my girlfriend bought her friend an expensive watch for Christmas. Her friend (who was kind of a jerk) refused the gift on the grounds that it was an attempt to "buy back" their friendship. Of course my girlfriend was heartbroken by her response. In tears she gave me the watch and told me to throw it in the garbage - she never wanted to see it again.

So, instead of throwing the watch in the garbage, I gave it to a co-worker I was seeing on the side for Christmas. Flash forward to about a week later my company is having their annual holiday party. I go to the party with my girlfriend and my co-worker is there as well - and she's wearing the ****ing watch I gave her for Christmas.

My girlfriend immediately spots it and......the rest is too painful to relive.

 

[LogGrad98]

So since you all didn't do any bad stuff I'll tell the lame stories of how I got 5 felonies as a juvenile. Not tonight, but episode one is "Accessory to Burglary" that I got when I was in 4th grade.

I've summarized these stories before but I'm going to try to tell them as more of a creative writing assignment then a police report. Full disclosure, I'm generally very honest and factual, but I'll take some artistic license, as I did in the OP.

Dude I told my cookie story. It brought back mounds of shame, I've been crying for 3 days. I need to hug my dad.