Yeah i couldn't think of a name. But what i want you guys to do, is post your stories or diaries from when you were little. And i mean like 6 or 5 or younger or something just as funny. I saw a guy post his little brothers school diary from when he was 6, and it was funny as, i hope to get the same laughs. Have fun.
This took place in elementary school, I don't remember what age. The story goes around my school that NOBODY could get past the wood chips. When you're on a swing, it's common courtesy to get off quietly and let the next person get on. It's, however, more fun to jump off the swing at your peak and sail to the ground below. That said, legend had it that NOBODY could jump past the wood chips. It was just unheard of. So with that in mind, I set a goal to become a legend. I was going to jump past those wood chips. It's like breaking the sound barrier; tales of my triumph would reign over the school for years. Well, let's just say that there's a REASON why nobody was supposed to jump past those wood chips. Because after the wood chips, there's concrete. Lots and lots and lots of concrete. Needless to say, that fateful Spring afternoon, I jumped past the wood chips. Into the concrete. Arm first. Yes, my hand was now in a cast for the rest of the school year. It was my left hand too, so my handwriting skills got shot to shit. Which sucks in elementary school because there were handwriting tests to compare how your writing was at the end of the year compared to the beginning of the year. I was the only one to get worse. But at least I became the legend. The one who jumped past the wood chips. At least, I THINK I'm a legend. I've never gone back to check if my feat of epic-ness still holds.
8 years ago, in the year 2000 I was into skateboarding and a lot of punkish things. I had a skateboard that my brother have gave me because he got a new one, so on my journey of discovery I found the trill of griding and all the great stuff that comes with skateboarding. And you have to know I was REALLY stupid then, but that year we lived in a house that had about 12 or 13 steps, and I tried to skate down those steps (there was no guard rail, and needless to say I smashed my left foot, I think almost every bone was broken. I also had to wear a cast all the way up higher than my knee and was in a wheel chair for about 4 months, then on to crutches. When I was in the wheel chair, I had a friend who liked to push me around in school, but he also liked to play and joke around, so one day after school was letting out he is pushing me and then decides to head towards this really high slope that is beside the school, he pushes me down there really fast and lets go of the wheel chair. I head down the hill pretty fast and the wheel chair like tilt but once I get to the bottom, the wheel chair tilts all the way, and I've fallen out of it. Not only that, there is about 30 kids hanging around, around the building watching this, and there was only a few who hadn't laughed.
when i was five i used to ask every girl in my class to marry me (because the guys would dare me to do something that ridiculous). After that people called me a mourmon and now i know what it means and i am really really embarrassed anytime some of my old buddies remind me
At secondary school: me and about five friends would come in at about 7:30am before it had actually opened. You could always open the window the girls' toilets for some reason and we'd send Jamie, who was about five feet tall, in through there to unbolt the fire exit door. Some of the catering staff would already be in there getting ready so most of the doors on the inside would be open. Then we'd go in and do all kinds of stuff, ranging from running around in the hall with all the lights off to using a wooden ramp to sort of bobsled down the stairs. Once I got in trouble for bringing a bread trolley in and riding it like a skateboard. Obviously if that was secondary school I wasn't that young. When I was much younger I swallowed an Action Man gun, then I basically spent the next couple of days scared out of my wits and waiting to suffocate. And I poured orange juice on a girl's head.