I saw a frog on my porch while it was raining. The frog was so cute and actually didn't hop away from me. So I picked it up and cupped it in my hands. It felt so cold and I thought it was shivering because it was wet. I told the froggy not to worry and that I would make it better.
So I put it in my microwave and set it to 3 minutes. I had A.D.D. so I left it alone while I played nintendo. about ten minutes later I hear my mom scream, and to my horror, froggy went melt. I had to clean it up by myself, and I didn't use the microwave again till I turned 13.





I would love to collect things, shiny things, metally things. Most of all I loved finding pennies. I never had any intention of sticking them up my nose like most other kids. I did, however, love the way they taste. So everyday we would go out somewhere, I'd look behind every nook and cranny to find these tasty treasures. I would put each one I found in my pocket, and when I got home, I would sneak away into my room. There, I would curl up in my bean bag, grab a fist full of pennies, and cram them into my mouth. I would then proceed to swish them back and forth through my mouth to truly immerse myself in the flavor(never swallowed).
One fateful day though, my dad came in to check up on me. He told me to spit out what was in my mouth, so I did. There was a good long pause. If you could have only seen my dad's face. Complete disbelief, I think this was the only time he was speechless. You'd think I had just told him I was gay, and had a boyfriend... at 4(or 3?). What eventually did come out of his mouth was "What.... the..... ffffffuck micheal?!" Not loud, but subtle... which was even scarier. "Why are you doing that?" "I don't know..." ok ok, here's the good part, "I, I think you're going to die." "I don't wanna die!" "If you eat pennies, you die!" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Nowadays I throw out all my change as soon as I get it (unless it's a quarter..)

Poor you. I swallowed 3 marbles when I was a kid, and I the only thing I got from that was a stomach fungus. And my brother was always like "do this and I'll give you a quarter", and I always did what he asked me to do. However, as you may imagine, the cake quarter was a lie. Shortly afterwards, he grew up to be a fucker and I grew up collecting money.

null?! I've never been moar serious in my life...

Rofl, anyway let's turn this into little stories of when we were young.

When I was little I used to, and I still am, be really interested in how things work and one of the things I have and had is my cleverness. So one day I had nothing to do and there was no school for me I remember, so I picked my green plastic gun that shot little darts and I knew it was a spring that pushed the darts out of the gun but I wanted to look deeper so I started to open the gun until I saw a mechanism I did not understand but I just thought "Cool!". I then realised one thing, I opened the gun by half, like most plastic toys come in two symmetrical parts so I run towards the kitchen and said "Look, Mom, I have two guns!"

lol clans

This happened in 7th grade.

I was in this math class and for like the first several weeks I got 100's on everything; homeworks, quizzes, tests, etc. I was an amazing student and the teacher even praised me for my efforts. However one day I got a 59 on a test. At my school the policy was if you get a 69 or below (which is failing) on any test, you have to bring your test home and get it signed by your parents. Well, I didn't want my parents to see that i got a 59 on my test... so the following morning while my dad was still asleep or I should say half-asleep i went up to him and said "Hey, can you sign this thing for me?" I was holding a blank sheet of paper and without realizing it, my dad just signed it.

And so, what i did, I cut out the part where my dad signed the paper and taped it to my test in the best most unnoticeable way I could. Why did I do that? Well, see I didn't want my parents to see my failing test grade but I thought it was wrong for me to forge their signature, thus I did what I did. When i handed the test in to my teacher, she just bursted out laughing and later that day called my parents. I got detention.

If you want to forge signatures, get a lampshade and trace it flawlessly.