So, heres a thread on personal stupidity.

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hevans1944

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When I was about 5-6 I was in the garage with my father. We had a new basement, only styrofoam on the hatch, on the inside edges I could walk, because there was concrete under it, suddenly I yelled "daddy look!" I ran and jumped right into the middle of the styrofam. I fell 2metre(6,5feet) down onto the dirt floor. I was lucky not to brake my neck, my mom was afraid to take me to the stoor, because I had bruices all over my face. otherwise I was fine. I have no memory of it though..


I've never endangered anyone elses life..and that's the only really stupid thing I can think of that I've done..
 
I was at some random relatives house, and I was hanging with their kid, we were both 6 or 7. There was what looked like a little part of the back of a car just sticking out of the ground in this muddy patch. I talked the kid into coming with me to it. It was some sort of sinkhole/quicksand shit, because we couldn't get back, we kept going in even though we were sinking. We had to hold onto the end of the car screaming until someone came and helped us. It really was the last couple feet of an upended car.

That same weekend I lept off the top stairs and bit off the end of my tongue. I lost the last inch or so, though you'd never know now. lol.
 
Not long after turning 4, my family purchased and installed a wood-burning stove in our home. I, being the inquisitive and mildly idiotic child that I was, decided to afford this new object in my home a "test touch" on its front glass while it was fiercely burning cedar and pine wood.

...I still have a visible scar on my left palm..
 
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