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"I saw someone on TV juggling knives and thought I could do the same."
"The main problem was that it was inside my brand new wooden Wendy house, which, of course, burst into flames. My parents weren't best pleased."
"It turned out that I could not, in fact, do the same."
"Five-year-old-logic decided the best solution was to get a match and burn it off. Predictably, the whole house ended up burnt to the ground, but miraculously no one was hurt!"
"They were going to paint over it anyway so there wasn't much jeopardy in letting me loose with the paint, so they thought. I decided to expand my artistic playground and went into the garage, where I found my mum's shiny new silver car. After some fairly unsuccessful pimp-my-riding, I wasn't allowed to help out with the painting anymore."
"I successfully ruined her very expensive computer and also managed to burn my fingers pretty badly in the process because of the flame."
"Well, the flat edge cuts through jeans and skin, and I needed 21 stitches. Scared her to death tho. So win, I guess."
"TV, door, sofa, other random things."
"It was in my coat pocket and I pulled it out on the bus ride home from school. My mischievous neighbour took it out of the wrapper and told another kid it was a Sweet Tart. The bus driver had to pull over because poor Timmy was foaming blue at the mouth. I guess he had a leak?"
"It burned a hole straight through a table. Fun times!"
"I'd wake up, switch the sign and yell 'We're OPEN!'"
"We wanted an Innocent smoothie pouch but they were frozen, so there came the idea of defrosting it in the microwave; we'd done it before, no harm done. So we put it in, press the button.
What we failed to realise was that the cartons were foil-lined. Microwaves and foil create fire, only a tiny fire, but a fire nonetheless. Young me understands that fire = emergency and thus the logical thing would be to call 999. Our mum literally just got into work when the neighbour called, asking about the fire engine outside the house"
"My mom kept a bag of dried beans I was allowed to take a little bit from to play with. I'd shoot them out a straw. But then I thought I could just bypass the whole straw thing and shoot them out the end of my nose, but they were the wrong shape.
We did have an outdoor play area with a bunch of pea gravel. The first one went okay, and I thought if I pushed it in a little further, it would shoot further. Of course, it got stuck and I had to be taken to the paediatrician, who, naturally, laughed. When we got home, I went to play outside and I used a smaller rock, so it wouldn't get stuck. However, things were swollen from the last one, and this got stuck too. The paediatrician and both nurses laughed so hard that they cried."
"I used to dress up in bloomers, a prairie dress, and a bonnet, and sit in my front yard waving to passing cars, pretending that I was I professional historical reenactor."
"He wasn't too happy when he had to flush his eyes with water cause my impulsive, undiagnosed ADHD-riddled self didn't think about it getting into his eyes."
"This probably wouldn't matter except for the fact that we had a roaring fire going in the fireplace. My sister was up and crawling around on the floor. My mom ended up having to break the window to get in and save my sister from crawling into the fireplace."
"We knew it was brownish and sweet and the name suggested it must be toasted, so we doused the bread in chocolate milk and put said bread in the toaster. Our grandfather who was babysitting us was still in bed at the time – he’s now 90, and still says we owe him a toaster.”
"'Here you are, a pretty tissue I made for you!' Unsure to this day how my creative and artistic genius remains undiscovered!"