Weird things you did as a kid

I made up a cricket based game played with dice. But the probability of hitting a 1, 2, 3, 4, 6 or taking a wicket was all evenly weighted, so I used to fiddle the score if it seemed too unbelievable.

Oddly, that might work quite well for the modern day T20 format, but not for the test matches I used to host.

The dice oddly seemed to really favour Ian Botham when batting or bowling. And England were much better than Australia, much more so than they were in real life.
 
As a young boy I used to visit my uncle Tom who was weird. He would take me up to the attic, make me take my clothes off, and encourage me to be intimate with a mermaid who lived among the cobwebs and darkness. He explained that the mermaid had magical powers and if I was intimate with her I too would have magical powers when I grew up.

This experience freaked me out and understandably caused confusion about my sexuality. Uncle Tom eventually died. On the day of his funeral I decided to visit his house and go back into the attic to see of the mermaid was still there. Curiosity got the better of me and I needed questions answered.

All I found was the remains of a dead monkey with its legs tied together by string!!

( Apologies, joke courtesy of Frankie Boyle)
 
atypical_boro said:
I made up a cricket based game played with dice. But the probability of hitting a 1, 2, 3, 4, 6 or taking a wicket was all evenly weighted, so I used to fiddle the score if it seemed too unbelievable.

Oddly, that might work quite well for the modern day T20 format, but not for the test matches I used to host.

The dice oddly seemed to really favour Ian Botham when batting or bowling. And England were much better than Australia, much more so than they were in real life.
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I did this exact same thing too.! Used to have book after book filled with it. Thought it was just me.
 
atypical_boro said:
I made up a cricket based game played with dice. But the probability of hitting a 1, 2, 3, 4, 6 or taking a wicket was all evenly weighted, so I used to fiddle the score if it seemed too unbelievable.

Oddly, that might work quite well for the modern day T20 format, but not for the test matches I used to host.

The dice oddly seemed to really favour Ian Botham when batting or bowling. And England were much better than Australia, much more so than they were in real life.
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atypical_boro said:
I made up a cricket based game played with dice. But the probability of hitting a 1, 2, 3, 4, 6 or taking a wicket was all evenly weighted, so I used to fiddle the score if it seemed too unbelievable.
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My friends and I did the exact same all the way through Years 7-10, in most of our lessons. We wrote the options on the six faces of a pencil and rolled it on the table (attracted a lot less attention than dice). But yeah, we came up against the same problem with equal weightings for the six options, especially when some faces of the pencil seemed to come up more regularly than the others. I think we had a dot ball option and then we put some of the more unlikely options (like 6 and wicket) on the same face, so you'd have to roll again and use a different set of markings to decide which it was. Happy times.
 
I was just very shy. Like overly shy. I was the only black kid in my class and although most were friendly some made it hard for me growing up, guess I developed some strange coping strategies that stopped me from kicking teeth in 😬
 
Mountain Climber said:
As a young boy I used to visit my uncle Tom who was weird. He would take me up to the attic, make me take my clothes off, and encourage me to be intimate with a mermaid who lived among the cobwebs and darkness. He explained that the mermaid had magical powers and if I was intimate with her I too would have magical powers when I grew up.

This experience freaked me out and understandably caused confusion about my sexuality. Uncle Tom eventually died. On the day of his funeral I decided to visit his house and go back into the attic to see of the mermaid was still there. Curiosity got the better of me and I needed questions answered.

All I found was the remains of a dead monkey with its legs tied together by string!!

( Apologies, joke courtesy of Frankie Boyle)
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If that's a joke.......................................
 
Pretended to faint at a jumble sale, made up a story about who had pinched a TV and video from school when questioned by the police, who believed me and not my Mam who told em I was with her at work at the time.
Hid tape recorders under the bed pretending to be a ghost to scare my mate who was afraid of ghosts, had a wee behind the settee when Dr Who was on( Tom Baker) cos I was too scared to go to the toilet.
Decided to follow the Boro
 
Similar to the cricket I would write down a list of 128 football teams, mostly proper ones but also included my school team and other local teams, give them all numbers and then do a full cup draw. Teams would face each other and the roll of dice would determine the final score and the winners would go through to the next round. This would all be recorded and by the time we got to the semis and the final I’d do interviews with the teams and stuff.

Bizarrely even in the the made up world of a young boys brain I still don’t think boro ever made past the first the couple of rounds🙈
 
When I was around 9 years old in the summer holidays, I kept to a strict timetable of activity.
9-10am play with lego
10am-11:30am play Kerbie with Kevin
Etc etc.
And to add to the weirdness, i wouldn’t allow myself to go over in time for anything.

It could have been the same year, I wrote down all the car reg’s and makes of car in a little notepad.

Very
Odd
 
guisborough_rob said:
Blimey that’s just brought back one that I did with a cassette recording.

When we were about ten or eleven, me and a friend from up the road…let’s call him Peter Moyes (cos that’s what his name was)… made a fifteen minute tape of us walking on gravel, laughing manically and other ghostly sounds, accompanied with Peter going, in a strangulated voice, “I’m coming to get you Joooooohn.” We then put the tape recorder in my brother John’s bedroom cupboard (he would be six or seven) and, having left enough silent time on the tape for him to drift off to sleep, the tape played. He screamed the house down, I was leathered by my dad and bollocked by my mum who said she would tell all the teachers at the school where Peter and I attended (she worked in the accompanying infant school) what evil children we were. My brother cried for weeks afterwards claiming there were ghosts and monsters in the cupboard, I was banned from playing out with Peter and eventually my brother had to change bedroom due to his sleeplessness.

What a dreadful thing to do to my younger sibling….

I must ask him if he remembers it at his 60th birthday celebrztions next week. 🤔
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