Ate coal, examined the outlets with a knitting needle (ow)... wandered off to meet new people (I was... 3 or 4). And (Only time my mother ever smacked me): I tried to heat cheese on the radioator...... bad idea, but i wanted warm cheese *g*
Hm, and when i was older i sabotaged machinery of a farmer in our neighborhood... i found the key (observed him working, completely undetected) and ended the machine commando-style. Felt like i was James Bond. The man was not happy... but he had no proof *g*
And manymany small things. Uh-Uh, i have something more: After watching Asterix & Obelix i began trying to brew magic potions. Gathered berries and weeds and roots and stuff and cooked the shit out of it. Too bad i never found any working recipy... but most didn't taste that bad *g*.
P.S. Holy shit, now it is all coming back to me: Trying to steer my bike with my feet... awesome, (small scars at each of my knees the result) Playing throw the brick - Friends turn= 12 stitches, Headwound. Wrestling in the school entrance hall = broken elbow (Can feel cold weather with it.. YAY) And climbing on a tree, cartoonish realisation that that branch i was hanging on was sawed in... falling with my back onto a rock, rolling off it into a patch of stinging nettle. (But didn't hurt, the shock numbed all my feelings.. yay. All very bright ideas... but hey you are a kid only once.