I hid out from the world, listened to show tunes, and made dolls.

I rode my 10 speed all over the city, county, sometimes State. It was my escape mechanism. Then in school a kid would say their family saw me on my bike, why was I in Appomattox? Just riding.

I'm Wisconsin May Day was marked by setting some wild flowers by your neighbor's porch, ringing the doorbell and running away.
We moved to Virginia and apparently no one here had heard of such a thing. Most assumed it was a prank and didn't even see their bouquet.

As an 8th grader... all boys in my class skipped a day of school to play baseball. As 9th graders the same boys defeated a high school baseball team. We were that commited to the sport. We were the smartest too on the school since were grouped by grades and percentile tests. So we have no typical dumb jocks with us. Pardon if I offend any dumb jock.

...should I say..? You never know what the statute of limitations are on various acts Having grown up in a working class neighborhood within my state’s largest city, trouble was easy to find.. OK, something mild … I’d been ‘collecting’ for a half-decent shopper/ newspaper on a route I delivered when a nasty ol’ bitch verbally tore into me as if I were it’s editor or my own boss.. Shook, I described it to a friend.

He’d had ‘the route’ before me, so pictured her house, and for some reason ..we both remembered how her outside mail slot let to a pile of letters on her plush wall-to-wall ‘green shag’ (it was a new thing back then) carpet. Dad had trained my brother & I to catch nightcrawlers (massive juicy worms) from the park at night, where they’d watered. So my friend and I stopped collecting at 300 … between bouts of laughter and anticipation..

We’ve forever attempted to envision what the first one felt like under her bare feet the next morning, let alone, 300.. And, she was never bothered by me or that paper again

Good BOB, where do I begin without the feds coming through my door???

Fork people’s yards.

It's not so much about any weird things I did as a teen, but rather some of those I used to hang with back then. I had this one friend who would do almost anything on a bet. One time another guy bet him 60 cents to act like he was swimming through piles of snow on a lawn...and he did it too. When we finally got to school that day, my friend was covered in snow and his face was beet red from the cold. A few other things he was dared to do were sticking his tongue on a railing for 2 bucks, which he did and his tongue got stuck and he ripped it away which in turn took the tip of his tongue off, and he got a buck fifty for wearing a trenchcoat during school and running through the hallways with his coat open looking somewhat like Batman. Yeah, there was hardly anything he wouldn't attempt to do if dared, those were certainly interesting days...

I had a brief goth phase and read a lot of bodice-ripper romance novels. I was a teenager when home internet use became more common, so I spent much of my free time online and participated heavily in role playing games and chat rooms.

I adore all of these creative pranks and wish I'd been as clever in avoiding being bullied. As a senior in high school, though, I DID go streaking (it was all the rage in the early 70s). I did get bronchitis, it was April. And the cops found my dad's car, which I had borrowed (with permission, I was not that stupid) parked on the road next to the golf course where we engaged in said streaking. The cops knew something was up but we were still in full makeup from our theater production earlier in the night. And we had the star of the play, also the valedictorian, with us. He talked us right out of trouble, but I always wondered if they'd called my dad. Small town in the 70s... I will never know.

I’ve got a strange one... disclaimer: it might be considered graphic?

I grew up on a farm and we had chickens. Our rooster got attacked by something, and we found him dead the next day. I had my father cut off the feet. I brined them for quite awhile and then put a thick coat of shellac on them to make the creepiest keychain you’ve ever seen.

When I was sixteen and I worked in a super market a fellow employee would ask me for some gum. Anyway, when I would give him a pack he would take out all the sticks of gum and chew them. So I got the idea of buying a box of Chicklets and a box of Feen-A-Mint. Feen-A-Mint is a laxative and they look exactly like Chicklets. So when Keith asked for a piece of gum, I gave him the box and he ate the entire package. He didn't make it into work the next day. He was fine overall, just had a case of the runs. I never told him and I never did anything like that again. It was a prank, and I was young and stupid. At the time I thought it would serve him right for eating all my gum. Now I know I should have just handed him one stick of gum.